| I wrote a song tonight, and no one else will hear it
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| Although my voice rings long
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| If you were once to see my face I know you’d fear it
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| Your screams would drown my song
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| Just what my face has got to do with what I’m sayin'
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| Never has been clear to me
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| How could my features change my words, is what I’m sayin'
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| Somethin' you don’t hear but see?
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| I am your Phantom who is buried in the curtain
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| Or on the chandelier
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| I may be hidden in the wings, you may be certain
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| My watchful eyes are near
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| I watch and wait to see if time will being a new crowd
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| Who will judge me differently
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| Yet every night they say, «The orchestra is too loud»
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| But they love the scenery
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| You don’t know what a lovely song I’d sing each hour
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| I’d sing it just for you
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| I hate these catacombs that are my ivory tower
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| I want to be with you
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| 'Neath this mask there is face, but the face is just a mask
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| 'Neath the mask there is a man
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| He is the horror that he seems
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| I am the Phantom of your dreams |