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Raoul
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Just call me
Vicomte
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lovers
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like a shadow,
who spoke to
nobody, to whom
nobody dared
speak and who
vanished as soon
as he was seen
Erik
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always
come
armed
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"You try
my patience!
Make your
choice!"
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I amyour
Angel
of Music
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Don't touch
me! I am
Red Death
stalking abroad!
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The Opera Ghost
really existed.
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Show me
your face
without fear!
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Co-ack!
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"You try
my patience!
Make your
choice!"
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those pleading
eyes, that both
adore
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You
belong to
Me!
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Poor unhappy Erik!
Shall we pity him?
Shall we curse him?
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Poor unhappy Erik!
Shall we pity him?
Shall we curse him?
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Poor unhappy Erik!
Shall we pity him?
Shall we curse him?
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Poor unhappy Erik!
Shall we pity him?
Shall we curse him?
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Poor unhappy Erik!
Shall we pity him?
Shall we curse him?
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True Ectasy
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WHY
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Ectasy
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Ectasy
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Inner Beauty
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Paris Triangle
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Inner Beauty
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fireworks!
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In your kiss
I see fireworks
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In your kiss
I see fireworks
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hee hee
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Yes, Raoul,
fight the big,
nasty mirror.
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Learn to be Lonely
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Burn, Witch,
Burn
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no! not her again!
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I'm so pretty,
oh so pretty!
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I'll get you, my
pretty, and
your little Meg, too
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poor, poor,
Devil's Child
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poor, poor,
Devil's Child
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unfeeling scrap of bag
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trust
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sometimes,
you have to
meet halfway
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sometimes,
you have to
meet halfway
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