when i was just a little girl my moma used to tuck me into bed and she read me  a story  they always talking about our  luck and idependent how a guy would save us in nothing to glory i might about think about  the person that i wanted to be then you see i realized fairytail life wasnt for me i  dont want to be like cinderella sitting in the dark cold dusty weather waiting for somebody to come and set me free oh  my own dream my own dream my life is shinning over and over its me so i am going to set me freeeeeeeeeeeee.

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