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Tomorrow's the big day
her childhood is fading away

From dolls and lego castles of her
future dreams
To make up smoke screens

Her peers will insist, but she'll
try to resist

She's daddy's shelter
and satan's little helper

Breaking out of her mother's arms
running straight into the avenue of harm

Breaking out of the bubble she's been
living in for so long

She'll get to know first hand what's
right and wrong

They'll break her out of that hard shell
well somebody ring the bell of lost naivete

Breaking out of her mother's arms
running straight into the avenue of harm

Breaking out of the bubble she's been
living in for so long

A million miles away from home
Picking up the collect calls from
the cell phone of life
Calling her to enter a world of
black and white