| Gustave, it’s alright, it’s me
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| Gustave, please take him away
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| I’m so sorry
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| Please forgive him, he meant no harm
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| (CHRISTINE)
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| How could you think I wouldn’t guess?
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| (What do you mean?)
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| How could you think I wouldn’t know?
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| (Oh, no)
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| Do you have something to confess?
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| (Please don’t make me)
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| I want the truth right now, if so!
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| Once upon another time
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| You went off and left me alone
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| But that’s not all you did
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| You left me with a son
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| Ever since that other time
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| I wished, how I wished you’d have known
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| I kept the secret hid, the secret my marriage forbid
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| What else could I have done?
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| (PHANTOM)
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| Just live
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| (Our son)
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| Just live
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| (My son)
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| Just give what I could give
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| And take what little I deserve
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| (Spoken)
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| My own flesh and blood
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| And even he recoils in horror from me
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| Just like his mother
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| Forgive me, I beg you, if you can
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| I’ve brought you nothing but woe
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| Tomorrow night, I’ll sing with all my might
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| Sing for you again, then we’ll go
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| From out of ugliness, such light
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| From out of darkness, such a flame
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| In him, my wrongness is made right
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| And yet he loathes me just the same
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| So let him shun me in disgust
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| Let him flee this cursed face
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| If I must hide from him, I must
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| Yet shall he be my saving grace
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| Oh, Christine, my Christine
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| If it’s true, I’ve no reason to live
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| Then, Christine, then our boy
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| Shall have all I can give
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| Ah, Christine
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| All I create on this earth
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| All that I’ll never be worth
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| All shall be his
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| Ten long years and he casts us aside
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| Ten whole years, this is how we’re repaid
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| Ten dark years of toil and tears
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| And now what we’ve worked for will go to that child
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| All our hopes were at last in our grasp
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| All the dreams and the plans that we laid
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| Everything is vanishing
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| And we get discarded, rejected, reviled
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| All of the bonds in between is now torn
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| All of the love that we gave him was worn
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| All would be ours
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| If that bastard had never been born |