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And everywhere I go There I'll be
With a Abrusty old rake in a pile of leaves Oh myGb, truly dauntingBbm
But my Gbblue eyes Cannot sBbmee That their Gbreal hue is probably gBbmreen I should keep Gbrecords of these Abthings And I'll Gbknow what Abyesterdays Bbmbring
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But I'm Abstarting to think that I've been here before Who Gbknows Maybe I Bbmhave
And everywhere I went
There I was with a Abchoir of bees They were all a buzz GbOh my, how Bbmamusing
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...
BbmOne time, there was this Abone time When I swore GbGod, she spoke to Bbmme And she Bbmtold me, oh yes she Abtold me Of all the Gbwonder that she couldBbm bring
And I said, Bb, Ab Gb Won't you, won't you fill me up with it, won't you fill me up with it, Won't you fill me
BbmWon't you, won't you fill me Abup with it, why don't you fill me Gbup with it, Why don't you fill me BbmWon't you, won't you fill me Abup with it, why do't you fill me Gbup with it, Why don't you fill meBbm Ab Gb Bbm
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