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Who will she be, be?
What is she looking for?
Where is that open door?
And what will she see, see?
When she gives up the fight
How will she make it right
Once more?

Her pink bolero
Fits like a wedding train
Though straight and narrow
Somebody else's name
Her in her seashell
Just like a wind-up doll
Groomed to be special
so breakable in a fall

Too many fathers and too many reasons
To be the daughter who wanted to please them
Too many chances for tragic romances
With lingering shadows, cloud all her mirrors
With rain

Who will she be, be?
What is she looking for?
Where is that open door?
And what will she see, see?
When she gives up the fight
How will she make it right
Once more?

She's paying attention
But you can never tell
She's got will and intention
And shes using it all

Too many fathers and too many reasons
To be the daughter who wanted to please them
She steps through the window and sees for the first time
The girl she thought she'd be lost in exchange for
A dream

Who will she be, be?
What is she looking for?
Where is that open door?
And what will she see, see?
When she gives up the fight
How will she make it right
Once more?

Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh

Who will she be, be?
What is she looking for?
Where is that open door?
And what will she see, see?
When she gives up the fight
How will she make it right
Who will she be, be?
What is she looking for?
Where is that open door?
And what will she see, see?
When she gives up the fight
How will she make it right
Once more?

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