brought tenderness to a heart A heart of steel... Must be a miracle... Must be a miracle of love... It's impossible to believe Someone like you could care
you'll make it big someday Don't sell your soul to have what someone had yesterday Hollywood Oh, Hollywood Mother always told me, "Jo, be careful, everything that glitters ain't gold
rainbow we can have our hearts for to keep For someone has waited there all alone so I know at the rainbow's end How it feels to be pressed to an angel
Because I've made it thru the storm my lives at another stage now Some days, some friends, sometimes will act weird Because I'm now busy they think Shy don't care
every sympathy worn away Who can I return to now? For the time that I have left I scan that cold horizon Searching for a kindred soul, Someone to rely
's true Down on my knees again, in prayer Oh Lord, please send someone to care My best imagination Could not have dreamed someone like you You must have been an angel
not the kind to smile and bow out gracefully I always wanted to take it to the wall But I found somebody with a heart as big as Texas I found an angel with the golden
rainbow's end For someone is waiting there all alone so I will know at the rainbow's end How it feels to be pressed to an angel's breast when I come
Someone's got to help me get out of Louisiana Just to help me get to Houston town There's an uncle there who cares a little about me And he won't let
! Lasciatemi morire! O padre mio! Dio! (Madame Giry) Who scorn his word, beware to those... (Carlotta) You have reviled me! (Madame Giry) The angel sees, the angel
night from hell below to the other side to ask the guardian of the light what the future days may bring. The angels hid their eyes and cried. Some were
Someone said there's a lost horizon We must find a way to the throne Take his gold and the bed he lies on The mercy from house made of stone Before the
! Dio! GIRY Who scorn his word, beware to those . . . CARLOTTA (to MANAGERS) You have reviled me! GIRY The angel sees, the angel knows . . . RAOUL Why
(Lyrics: Gold/music: Gold-Bloss) He's sitting in the lobby of an african hotel A gun in his pocket, he's waiting for himself And this girl at the bar
. Someone's got to help me get out of Louisiana, just to help me get to Houston town. There's an uncle there who cares a little about me and he won't
They put angels in the electric chair The electric chair, the electric chair Straight up angels in the electric chair The electric chair, the electric