In the lot of the devil's sign,
there's a story to be told.
In the light, the chandelier
of a phantom of some years ago.
As a mark of his revenge
it fell from high above.
In a conquest he was tied
to the fierce enigma: love.
When you most needed me,
I was your angel of music.
Oh Christine,
no one could love you more than me.
Your life's not what it used to be.
You know me and you still don't see that only you can
free this monster that lurks beneath.
Through my tricks and mischief now
her talent is on show.
The work now on display
but she and I are all who know.
A suitor knocking quick,
pursing from the past.
A glimmer in her eye,
I must take her at last.
When you most needed me,
I was your angel of music.
Oh Christine,
no one could love you more than me.
Your life's not what it used to be.
You know me and you still don't see that only you can
free this monster that lurks beneath.

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