Chord Record Collector by Lissie

intro A#m A#m i’m tired of saying G# that i won’t get lost ever again F# A#m who knows , maybe i will and everywhere i go there i’ll be G# with a rusty old rake in a pile of leaves F# A#m oh my , truly daunting F# but my blue eyes A#m cannot see F# A#m that their real hue is probably green F# G# 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 G# but i’m starting to think that i’ve been here before F# who knows A#m maybe i have and everywhere i went G# there i was with a choir of bees they were all a buzz F# A#m 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 . . . A#m G# one time , there was this one time F# A#m when i swore god , she spoke to me A#m G# and she told me , oh yes she told me F# A#m 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