Intro Bb5

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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
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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
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Won't you, won't you fill me up with it, why do't you fill me up with it,
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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