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i come from down in the catacombs of the opera house. |
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i hide my face while i long for her. |
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while i long for her lovely voice. |
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i long for her lovely voice. |
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her lovely voice. her lovely voice. |
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she sings la da da da. |
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through every crack the voice of an angel. |
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she doesn't know who i am, for i am a ghost. |
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oh, i am a ghost to her. |
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she doesn't know who i am and she never will |
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unless i can make her believe. |
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i've gotta make her believe in the darker side of me. |
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so i ask her... |
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take my hand and follow me on this journey to the underworld. |
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how i want her to want me. |
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her soaring voice carries into my mind. |
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i'm gonna take her away, |
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with me she will stay forever. |
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don't deny me, understand that i am a monster. |
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i am a monster. |
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won't you come with me now? |
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she doesn't know who i am, |
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for i am a ghost. |
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oh, i am a ghost to her. |
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she doesn't know who i am, and she never will |
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unless i can make her believe. |
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in me, in me, in me... |
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this face is deceitful when it smiles, |
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it doesn't show how desperate i am inside. |
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so come with me and we'll go, |
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believe in me and i'll show you who i am. |
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so you can see the man behind the monster that i am. |
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fighting my identity, i'll come take you away. |
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she doesn't know who i am, |
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for i am a ghost to her. |
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she doesn't know who i am and she never will. |
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no she never, never will believe. believe in me... |