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Andrew Lloyd Webber

Dinah- I'm fed up with all this racing, This electric thin i'm chasing, Dosent have that certain something, That a girl expects to hear, He never whistles

I don't know why I'm frightened I know my way around here The cardboard trees, the painted seas, the sound here... Yes, a world to rediscover But I 'm

Sure I came out here to make my name Wanted my pool, my dose of fame Wanted my parking space at Warner's But after a year, a one room hell A Murphy bed

This trophy from our saviors From our saviors From the enslaving force of Rome The trumpets of Carthage resound Hear Romans, now and tremble Hark to

Ten long years Living a mere facade of life Ten long years Wasting my time on smoke and noise In my mind I hear melodies pure and unearthly But I find

Monsieur Firmin Monsieur Andre Dear Andre, what a splendid party The prelude to a bright new year Quite a night, I'm impressed Well, one does one's

Mother, please, I'm scared What a dream, an awful dream Someone strange and mad Seething me and drowning me Shh, Gustave, it's alright Come and meet

C: Gustave, Gustave, Gustave. P: What's wrong? C: Gustave! P: What's wrong?! C: He should of been here. He was meant to be here! P: It's that idiot Raoul

Ah, Christine, my Christine What a triumph you gave me tonight My Christine All the dark silent years now set right Ah, Christine The song was beautiful