ANTHONY:
I feel you, Johanna
I feel you
I was half convinced I'd waken
Satisfied enough to dream you
Happily I was mistaken
Johanna
I'll steal you, Johanna
I'll steal you
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I'll steal you, Johanna
I'll steal you
Do they think that walls could hide you?
Even now, I'm at your window
I am in the dark beside you
Buried sweetly in your yellow hair!
I feel you, Johanna
And one day I'll steal you!
Til I'm with you then
I'm with you there
Sweetly buried in your yellow hair!