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I'm tired of saying
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That I won't get lost ever again
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Who knows, maybe I will
And everywhere I go
There I'll be
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With a rusty old rake in a pile of leaves
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Oh my, truly daunting
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But my blue eyes
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Cannot see
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That their real hue is probably green
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I should keep records of these things
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And I'll know what yesterdays bring
I'm, I'm not really sure
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But I'm starting to think that I've been here before
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Who knows
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Maybe I have
And everywhere I went
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There I was with a choir of bees
They were all a buzz
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Oh my, how amusing
But my blue eyes
Cannot see
That their real hue is probably green
I should keep records of these things
And I'll know what yesterdays bring
But...
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One time, there was this one time
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When I swore God, she spoke to me
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And she told me, oh yes she told me
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Of all the wonder that she could bring
And I said,
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Won't you, won't you fill me up with it, won't you fill me up with it,
Won't you fill me
Bbm Ab Gb
Won't you, won't you fill me up with it, why don't you fill me up with it,
Why don't you fill me
Bbm Ab Gb
Won't you, won't you fill me up with it, why do't you fill me up with it,
Bbm Ab Gb Bbm
Why don't you fill me
But my blue eyes
Cannot see
That their real hue is probably green
I should keep records of these things
And I'll know what yesterdays bring
I am always here with me
And I'll know what yesterdays bring
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