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I feel you Johanna

I feel you

Do they think that walls can hide you?

Even now I'm at your window

I am in the dark beside you

Buried sweetly in your yellow hair

Johanna

And are you beautiful and

pale, with yellow hair, like her?

I'd want you beautiful and

pale, the way I dreamed you were

Johanna

Johanna

If you're beautiful what

then, with yellow hair, like wheat?

I think we shall not meet

again, my little dove, my sweet

Johanna

I'll steal you, Johanna

Goodbye, Johanna,

you're gone and yet you're mine

I'm fine, Johanna, I'm fine

Jo--hanna

Smoke! Smoke!

Sign of the devil! Sign of the devil!

City on fire! (xx3334)

Witch! Witch! Smell it sir!

An evil smell! Every night at the vespers bell

Smoke that comes from the mouth of Hell!

City on fire! City on fire!

Mischief! Mischief! Mischief!

And if I never hear your voice,

My turtle dove, my dear

I still have reason to rejoice

The way ahead is clear

Johanna

I'll marry Anthony Sunday,

Anthony Sunday

I feel

And in that darkness when I'm

Blind with what I can't forget

you

It's always morning in my mind,

Johanna

My little lamb, my pet

Johanna

I knew you'd come for me one day

Come for me one day

You stay, Johanna, the way I dreamed you are

Johan----na

Oh, look, Johanna, a

star

Buried sweetly in your yellow hair

A shooting star...

There! There!

Somebody, somebody, look up there!

Didn't I tell you! Smell that air!

City on fire! (xx3334)

Quick, miss! Run and tell!

Warn them all of the witch's spell!

There it is! There it is! The unholy smell!

Tell it to the Beadle and the police as well!

Tell them! Tell them! Help! Fiend!

City on fire! City on fire!

Mischief! Mischief! Mischief!

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Fiend! Alms, alms...

And though I'll think of you I

Guess, until the day I die

I think I miss you less and

Less as every day goes by

Johanna

Johanna

With you beside me on Sunday,

And you'd be beautiful and

Married on Sunday

Pale, and look too much like her

If only angels could prevail

We'd be the way we were

Johanna

I feel you Johanna

Married on Sunday Married on Sunday

Wake up, Johanna, another bright red day

We learn, Johanna, to say

Goodbye

I'll steal you