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Stranger Than You Dreamt It
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Stranger
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than you dreamt it -
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can you even
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dare to look
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or bear to
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think of me:
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this loathsome
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gargoyle, who
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burns in hell, but secretly
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yearns for heaven,
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secretly . . .
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secretly . . .
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But, Christine . . .
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Fear can
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Turn to love - you'll
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learn to see, to
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find the man
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behind the
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monster: this . . .
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repulsive
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carcass, who
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seems a beast, but secretly
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dreams of beauty,
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secretly . . .
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secretly . . .
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Oh, Christine . . .
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(He holds out his hand tor the mask, which she gives to
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him. He puts it on, turning towards the audience as he
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sings):
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Come we must return -
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those two fools
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who run my theatre
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will be missing you.
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(The lair sinks into the floor as the PHANTOM and
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CHRISTINE leave)
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Stranger Than You Dreamt It
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| Phantom Of The Opera |
