| MORGUE: What satisfying noise from the grandstand.
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| Raise the curtain. |
| The stage is mine.
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| THEPHANTOM:"I am nothing but a mask,
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| Nothing but a shadow in a world of lights.
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| A fortress made of looking glass
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| Schizophrenia paints a picture in black and white.
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| I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen the sun."
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| MORGUE: I am nothing but a mask
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| Still everyone you ask, they sing my name.
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| While I’m living this dream of fortune and fame
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| Those cheering screams, that critical acclaim.
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| THE PHANTOM:"Once I was a man with dreams without obscurity
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| Without a mask to hide my pain
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| Without those vile scars I’ve obtained."
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| MORGUE: I run with the hare and hunt with the hounds
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| Every single word is just a simulated sound
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| But in my presence, they find themselves spellbound.
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| After all, I’m an immaculate freak, with a soul so bleak.
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| But they keep chanting for more and more.
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| What satisfying noise, what soothing sound
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| Divinity’s surrounding me
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| I’ll never let go this sin of a show.
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| THEPHANTOM: «In this broken world the crows just fade away.
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| I am nothing but a mask,
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| Nothing but a shadow in a world of lights.»
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| MORGUE: Bow down.
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| I’m the wizard that casts a spell on all the squires,
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| I’m this world’s desire; |
| I’m the fuel to their fire. |