In a dark and misty house,
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Where no Christian man has been,
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Wicked Annabella mixes a brew
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That no one's ever seen.
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Relatives have passed her by,
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Too scared to even say hello.
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She's in perpetual midnight,
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She shuts out the day,
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And goes about her sinful ways.
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I, I've seen her hair, I've seen her face,
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Look towards mine.
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I, I've felt her eyes burning my sole,
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Twisting my mind.
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Little children who are good
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Should always go to sleep at night,
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'Cause Wicked Annabella is up in the sky
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Hopin' they will open their eyes.
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Don't go into woods tonight,
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'Cause underneath the sticks and stones
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Are lots of little demons enslaved by Annabella
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Waiting just to carry you home
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Wicked Annabella
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| Dave Davies |
