Christine: 
In sleep he sang to me 
In dreams he came 
That voice which calls to me 
And speaks my name 
And do I dream again? 
For now I find 
The phantom of the opera is there, 
Inside my mind 

Phantom: 
Sing once again with me 
Our strange duet 
My power over you 
Grows stronger yet 
And though you turn from me 
to glance behind 
The phantom of the opera is there 
Inside your mind 

Christine: 
Those who have seen your face 
Draw back in fear 
I am the mask you wear 

Phantom: 
It's me they hear 

Both: 
My/Your spirit and my/your voice 
In [bad word] 
The phantom of the opera is there 
inside my/your mind 
 [bad word]  
Is that the phantom of the opera? 
Beware the phantom of the opera 

Phantom: 
In all your fantasies you always knew 
That man and mystery 

Christine: 
Were both in you 

Both: 
And in this labrinth 
Where night is blind 
The Phantom of the opera is here/there 

Christine: 
Inside my mind 

Phantom: 
Sing, my Angel of Music! 

CHRISTINE 
He's there, 
the Phantom of the Opera . .