🎸 Chord Lissie - Record Collector

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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
F# G# A#m
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 ,
A# , G# F#
won’t you , won’t you fill me up with it , won’t you fill me up with it ,

won’t you fill me
A#m G# F#
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
A#m G# F#
won’t you , won’t you fill me up with it , why do’t you fill me up with it ,
A#m G# F# A#m
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