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Think of me Lyrics by Soundtracks
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When you find that once again
You long to take your heart ...
the Phantom of the Opera ...
Signora! Are you all right? Buquet! For God's sake, what's going on there?
don't look at me:
as God's my judge,
I was not at my post.
there's no one there:
Or if there is, well then, it must be a ghost ...
He's there: the Phantom of the Opera ...
Signora, these things do happen.
For the past years, these things do happen
Until you stop them from happening now
And you too, ???, these things do happen
And did you stop these things from happening
These thing does not happen!
Gentlemen. Good luck.
If you need me, I shall be in Australia.
I have a message, sir, from the Opera Ghost.
God in heaven, you're all obsessed!
He welcomes you to his opera house
His opeara house?
you that his salary is due.
Monsieur Lefevre used to give him twenty thousand francs a month.
Twenty thousand francs?
Perhaps you can afford more,
with the Vicomte de Chagny as your patron.
was to join us at the gala
But obviously we shall now have to cancel, as it appears we have lost our star.
A full house, Andre, we shall have to refund a full house.
Christine Daae could sing it, sir.
The chorus girl?
Let her sing for you, monsieur. She has been well taught.
Andre, this is doing nothing for my nerves.
Think of me, think of me fondly,
when we've said goodbye.
Remember me once in a while -
please promise me you'll try.
When you find that, once
again, you long to take your heart back and be free -
if you ever find a moment
spare a thought for me ...
We never said our love was evergreen,
Or as unchanging as the sea -
But if you can still remember,
Stop and think of me ...
Think of all the things
We've shared and seen -
Don't think about the ways things might have been ...
Think of me, think of me waking silent and resigned
Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind
Recall those days,look back on all those times
Thinks of the things, we'll never do
There will never be a day, when I won't think of you
Can it be?
Can it be Christine?
Long ago, it seem so long ago,
How young and innocent we were
She may not remember me, but I remember her
Flowers fade, the fruit of summer fade
They have the season so do we
But please promise me that sometimes
You will think of me!