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CHRISTINE: I remember there was mist |
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Swirling mist upon a vast glossy lake |
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There were candles all around |
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And on the lake there was a boat |
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And in the boat there was a man |
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Who was that shape in the shadows? |
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Whose is the face in the mask? |
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(She takes of his mask) |
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PHANTOM: Damn you! You little plying pandora! |
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You little demon! Is this what you wanted to see?! |
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Curse you! You little lying Delilah! |
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You little viper! Now you cannot ever be free! |
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Damn you! Curse you! |
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Stranger than you dreamt it |
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Can you even dare to look? |
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Or bear to think of me |
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This lonesome gargoyle |
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Who burns in hell but secretly |
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Yearns for heaven secretly... |
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but Christine... |
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Fear can turn to love |
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You'll learn to see to find the man |
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Behind the monster this |
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Repulsive carcass who seems a beast |
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But secretly dreams of beauty secretly secretly |
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Oh...Christine |
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Come we must return |
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Those two fools who run my theater |
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Will be missing you. |
