Twisted Fairy tale
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Just some bread
Just a roll
For my grandmother
No one will know
She's been so frail
So perhaps I'll grab a pail
I'll fill it with water
For my grandmother
Just a bit of water
Tick Tock Tick Tock
On the bell tolls telling me of your end
Tick Tock Tick Tock
There’s never a way to escape the clock
Tick Tock Tick Tock
