Record Collector Lyrics

I'm tired of saying
That I won't get lost ever again
Who knows, maybe I will
And everywhere I go There I'll be
With a rust old rake in a pile of leaves
Oh my, truly daunting
-Chorus-
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'm not really sure
But I'm starting to think
that I've been here before
Who knows, maybe I have
And everywhere I went there I was
With a choir of bees
They were all a buzz
Oh my, how amusing
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But one time, there was this one time
When I swore God, she spoke to me
And she told me, oh yes she told me
Of all the wonder that she could bring
And I said

Won't you, won't you fill me up with it,
why dont you fill me up with it,
Won't you fill me (x3)

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I am always here with me
And I'll know what yesterdays bring