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(capo 1ª casa)

(intro) Am

Am
I'm tired of saying
       G
That I won't get lost ever again
    F              Am
Who knows, maybe I will

And everywhere I go
There I'll be
       G
With a rust old rake in a pile of 
leaves
   F             Am
Oh my, truly daunting

       F
But my blue eyes
       Am
Cannot see
           F                   
That their real hue is probably 
 Am
green
              F               
I should keep records of these 
 G
things
         F         G          Am
And I'll know what yesterdays bring

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I'm not really sure
        G
But I'm starting to think that I've 
been here before
    F
Who knows
        Am
Maybe I have

And everywhere I went
                   G
There I was with a choir of bees
They were all a buzz
   F         Am
Oh my, how amusing

      F
But my blue eyes
       Am
Cannot see
           F                   
That their real hue is probably 
 Am
green
              F               
I should keep records of these 
 G
things
         F         G          Am
And I'll know what yesterdays bring

                         G
One time, there was this one time
             F          Am
When I swore God, she spoke to me
                            G
And she told me, oh yes she told me
           F                    
Of all the wonder that she could 
Am
bring
And I said,
                             G     
Won't you, won't you fill me up 
                       F
with it, wont you fill me up with 
it,
               Am
Won't you fill me (repeat 4 times - 
Am G F)

    F
But my blue eyes
       Am
Cannot see
           F                   
That their real hue is probably 
 Am
green
              F                G
I will keep records of these things
         F         G          Am
And I'll know what yesterdays bring

     F       G        Am
I am always there with me
         F         G          Am 
(hold)
And I'll know what yesterdays bring