| She hangs wind chimes from her ears
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| But I still can’t tell
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| Which way her moods blowing, oh
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| The shades of her eyes,
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| Well, don’t let them fool you now
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| 'Cause naïve is not her middle name
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| She’s a kaleidoscope
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| A new shade for each new way
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| In which she draws you close
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| And then stumbles on your name
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| She is a battlefield
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| Except you’re fighting with yourself
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| To keep your heart of steel
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| From melting to the ground
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| She’s in a kaleidoscope
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| She’s in a ooh, kaleidoscope
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| Her moat surrounds her fortress
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| Her long technicolor hair
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| She dangles almost to the ground
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| So that my fingertips always fall short, oh
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| Like a glow so sweet
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| Blindly guides without a care
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| She’s a kaleidoscope
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| A new shade for each new day
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| In which she draws you close
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| And then stumbles on your name
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| She is an astronaut
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| Dancing freely through the air
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| Between each telescope
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| So try to catch her if they dare
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| Oh
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| So try to catch her if you heard
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| Oh, she comes
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| And then she’s gone
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| To the eyes so kind
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| For the heart so rough
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| Oh, she comes
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| And then she goes
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| To my eyes so kind
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| That’s the one thing for sure
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| That she knows
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| Oh, kaleidoscope
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| A new shade for each new way
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| In which you draw me close
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| And then you stumble on my name
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| You are a battlefield
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| Leaves me fighting with myself
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| To keep my heart of steel
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| From melting to the ground
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| Oh oh
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| She’s in a kaleidoscope
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| She’s in a ooh, kaleidoscope |