your tears She saw my lonliness Shared in my emptiness No one would listen No one but her Heard as the outcast hears No one would listen No one but
your tears." She saw my loneliness Shared in my emptiness No one would listen No one but her Heard as the outcast hears No one would listen No one but
has to go! The man could not be deafer, so please preferably one who plays in tune!" FIRMIN: "Dear Firmin, vis a vis my opera: some chorus-members must
No one would listen No one but her No one But as the outcast hears Shamed into solitude Shunned by the multitude No one would listen I learned to listen
s preyed on us - but now we know: the Phantom of the Opera is there deep down below . . . He's here: the Phantom of the Opera . . . (They turn back up