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In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came, that voice which calls to me and speaks my name. And do I dream again for now I find the phantom of the opera.

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2 In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came, that voice which calls to me and speaks my name. And do I dream again for now I find the phantom of the opera is there inside my mind. He’s there, the phantom of the opera. Beware, the phantom of the opera. Ah! Night time sharpens, hightens each sensation Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defences. Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour; Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. Turn yourself away from the garish lights of day, Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light And listen to the music of the night.

3 Don’t cry for me Argentina the truth is I never left you: All through my wild days, My mad existence, I kept my promise, Don’t keep your distance. All though my wild days, my mad existence, I kept my promise don’t keep your distance.

4 Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, who are you. What have you sacrificed
Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, who are you? What have you sacrificed? x2 Jesus Christ, Superstar, do you think you’re what they say you are? x2 Don’t you get me wrong, don’t you get me wrong x2 Only want to know, only want to know x2 Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, who are you? What have you sacrificed.

5 Midnight, not a sound from the pavement, Has the moon lost her mem’ry
Midnight, not a sound from the pavement, Has the moon lost her mem’ry? She is smiling alone. In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at the feet, And the wind begins to moan. Burnt out ends of smokey days, the stale cold smell of the morning. The street lamp dies, another night is over. (another day is dawning) Touch me. It’s so easy to leave me all alone with the mem’ry of my days in the sun. If you touch me you’ll understand what happiness is. Look a new day has begun.

6 Go Go Go Joseph, you know what they say, Hang on now Joseph, you’ll make it some day. Sha la la Joseph, you’re doing fine. You and your dream coat ahead of your time.x2 Go go go Joseph, go go go Joseph. Go go go Joe. Go go Joe. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!


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