Lissie

Lissie - Record Collector lyrics

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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 rusty old rake in a pile of leaves
Oh my, truly daunting

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

And I'm, 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 abuzz
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...
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 wonders that she could bring
And I said

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

But my blue eyes cannot see
That their real hue is probably green
I will 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
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Author: Craig Dodds, Elisabeth Maurus

Composer: Craig Dodds, Elisabeth Maurus

Publisher: Columbia

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Released in: 2011

Language: English

Appearing on: Catching A Tiger (2010)

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