Something strange is happening
My bones do ache and my ears they do ring
I can pull and tear my skin
I hear its smell and I want to scream
A whispering and a scratching to be let in
From outside and from within
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something Wicked this way comes
There's something evil on the wind
Something wicked is fast approaching
Rushing through a hidden wing
Nothing good is what's in store
It's nothing new and it's rotten to the core
And a-howling at my door
We're dragged helpless in the undertow
The quicksand's surround and swallow us whole
Ah stroll stroll ah stroll stroll
For Jonah and the whale
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
Just around the bend
Rushing on the wind
Here it comes
Here it comes
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