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Her Era

This song was created for Game of Bands round 123 : "Modernized Fairy Tales"

Lyrics:

An ancient witch stole me from my crib and raised me as her own


The way you'd raise a rack of ribs, from crib to craw of crone


She raised me like the livestock and took no stock in my life - said the day I didn't earn my way I'd go under the kitchen knife


So I never shirked my work until one day I found


What I'd learn to call a phone, lost and ringing, a siren's call singing upon the ground


When I answered CPS came to end her reign of terror


Ancient evil snuffed by satellite, this just wasn't her era
[Exit]

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