Andrew Lloyd Webber - Why have you brought me hereraoul ive been there

RAOUL:^Dm Why have you ^Gsusbrought me ^Gmhere^C' We must re^Dmturn! CHRISTINE:^Dm His eyes will f^Gsusind us t^Gmhere^C, those eyes that b^Dmurn

And if he^Bbmaj7 has to ^Gmkill a t^Chousand ^Dmmen, the P^Dmhantom of the Opera will ^Bbdimkill and kill ^Dmagain (key change to Em) ^EmMy god, who ^Asusis this ^Amman,^D who hunts to k^Emill' I can't esc^Asusape from ^Amhim, I never w^Dill BOTH: And in this^Cmaj7 labyri^Amnth,^D where night is b^Emlind The P^Emhantom of the Opera is t^Cdimhere inside your/my m^Emind!

CHRISTINE: R^Gmaoul, I^A've b^Fmeen t^Ebmhere,^Gm to his w^Aorld of une^Fmnding n^Ebmight ^EbTo a wo^Fmrld where the d^Dbmaylight diss^Bmolves into d^Amarkness...d^Gmarkness... ^ARaoul, I^B've s^Abeen ^Gbmhim! ^ACan I e^Bver forg^Abet that ^Gbmsight' ^F#mCan I ^G#mever esc^Emape from that face, ^Dmso ^Emdis^F#mtorted, de^G#mformed, It was h^Emardly a f^Dmace...in that d^Cmarkness...d^Bmarkness... Yet his v^Boice filled my spirit with a s^Etrange, sweet sound In that n^Aight there was music in my m^Ebind, And through m^Abusic, my s^Ab7oul began to s^Dboar! ...And I h^Fmeard as I'd n^Cever heard b^Fefore... ^EmYet in his e^Amyes, all the s^Dadness of the w^Emorld Those pleading e^Amyes, that both t^Dhreaten and ad^Gore...