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The old trunk in the attic
A
Where grandmother’s broken heart was tossed
Bb
In a box with a ballet shoe
A
And dead soldier’s cross
Dm
The old trunk in the attic
A
With the candlesticks your great uncle saved
Bb
From the girl in the market
A
Whose mother he once paid to go away
Dm
The old trunk in the attic
A
With a dress for a child but hardly worn
Bb
Stained in a memory
A
And tears for a name you’ll never learn
Dm
The old trunk in the attic
A
Where your grandfather’s glass eye lays to rest
Bb
Your sweet aunt’s nostalgia
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And Annabella’s formula for raising up the dead
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Annabella’s formula for raising up the dead
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Clever mother Annabella with her clever head
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Oh, Annabella’s formula for raising up the dead