(I am not yours)
Shiver cold, I stand alone
Feel the
Meg: Christine, Christine
Phantom: Christine ...
Meg:
Where in the
Twas in the merry month of May, when all gay
I've been searching for my place
Finding my way home
Phantom:
Down once more to the dungeon of my black
Just twenty-four more hours
But I'm not breathing right
Eternity until I
Laying alone with the history that made you
Cold and
In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
Rushing and racing and running in circles
Moving so fast
And I, I know a place where fear cannot find
Phantom:
Insolent boy
This slave of fashion
Basking in your
Christine:
Think of me, think of me fondly
When we've
You were once
My one companion
You were all
That
When she was youngerStood sarting out the doorWating for the
VERSE 1SeptemberThe leaves areFalling red and gold and IRememberThe way
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