| ANTHONY: I feel you Johanna
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| I feel you
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| Do they think that walls can hide you?
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| Even now I’m at you window
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| I am in the dark beside you
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| Buried sweetly in your yellow hair
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| Johanna
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| TODD: And are you beautiful and pale,
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| With yellow hair,
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| Like her?
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| I’d want you beautiful and pale
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| The way I’ve dreamed you were
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| Johanna
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| ANTHONY: Johanna
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| TODD: And if you’re beautiful, what then,
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| With yellow hair,
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| Like wheat?
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| I think we shall not meet again
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| My little dove
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| My sweet
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| Johanna
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| ANTHONY: I'll steal you
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| Johanna
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| TODD: Good-bye Johanna
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| You’re gone and yet you’re mine
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| I’m fine Johanna
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| I’m fine
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| Anthony: Johanna
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| Beggar Woman: Smoke! |
| (2)
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| Sign of the Devil!(2)
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| Set it on fire
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| Witch!
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| A witch!
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| Smell that Sir?
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| An evil smell!
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| Every night at the Vesper’s Bell!
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| Smoke that comes from the mouth of Hell!
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| Set it on fire! |
| (2)
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| Mischief!(3)
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| TODD: And if I never hear your voice,
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| My turtledove,
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| My dear
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| I still have reason to rejoyce,
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| The way ahead is clear
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| Johanna
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| Anthony: I feel you
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| Johanna
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| Todd: And in the darkness
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| When I’m blind with what I can’t forget
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| It’s always morning in my mind
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| My little lamb
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| My pet
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| Johanna
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| You stay Johanna
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| ANTHONY: Johanna
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| TODD: The way I’ve dreamed you are
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| Oh look Johanna
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| A star
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| ANTHONY: Buried sweetly in your yellow hair
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| TODD: A shooting star
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| Beggar Woman: There! |
| (2)
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| Somebody!(2)
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| Look up there!
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| Didn’t I tell you?
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| Smell that air!
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| Set it on fire!
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| Quick! |
| Sir!
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| Run and tell!
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| More and more like a witch’s spell!
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| There it is!(2)
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| The unholy smell!
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| Tell it to the Beadle, and police as well!
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| Tell 'em!(2)
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| Help!
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| Please!
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| Set it on fire!(2)
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| Mischief!(2)
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| TODD: And though I’ll think of you, I guess
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| Until the day I die
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| I think I miss you less and less
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| As everyday goes by Johanna
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| ANTHONY: Johanna
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| TODD: And you’d be beautiful and pale
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| And look too much like her
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| If only angels could prevail
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| We’d be the way we were
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| Johanna
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| ANTHONY: I feel you
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| Johanna
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| TODD: Wake up,
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| Johanna
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| Another bright red day
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| We learn Johanna
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| To say
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| Good-bye
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| ANTHONY: I'll steal you |