I'm the phantom of my own Opera
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Oh don't I know it
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And I think of you, sweetheart
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I'm lurking in the shadows
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Of my memory
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We were going to have a circus in the bar
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But the creature lurks among us
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The ghost of our past
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The gho-o-ost of our love
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And if I had my own way
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I always say that phrase
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I thought it was a phase
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But it wasn't
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And so here I am
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In my baggy-clown costume
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Perform any funny trick and throw a kiss
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To the audience
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And I'm wearing a mask
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But you don't have to ask
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Who I'm thinking about
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And there's a monkey in the background
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Hung by a rope from the ceiling
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And I'm the villain, acting fierce
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And stretching whiskers toothsomely
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The phantom wears a black coat
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Long trousers and a derby
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Stands erect
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And cracks the whip loudly
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I'm the phantom of my own opera
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I perform all the parts
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And I think of you, sweetheart
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I'm even the audience
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And I can't help thinking
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We were going to have a circus in the bar
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Can't pull the curtain
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I can't help remembering
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Turn a somersault after singing a verse
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And the song is never ending
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And I never quit rehearsing
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A performance of a sad and twisted art
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And if I had my own way
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I don't know what I'd do
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I probably wish it was you
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Phantom Of My Own Opera
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| Daniel Johnston |
