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Record Collector ukulele

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Intro Bbm

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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
     Gb              Bbm
Oh my, truly daunting

       Gb
But my blue eyes
        Bbm
Cannot see
           Gb                    Bbm
That their real hue is probably green
              Gb               Ab
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
        Ab                         
But I'm starting to think that I've been here before
    Gb
Who knows
        Bbm
Maybe I have

And everywhere I went
                   Ab
There I was with a choir of bees

They were all a buzz
Gb         Bbm
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
             Gb                Bbm
When I swore God, she spoke to me
        Bbm                 Ab
And she told me, oh yes she told me
           Gb                   Bbm
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
Bbm                          Ab                               Gb
Won't you, won't you fill me up with it, why do't you fill me up with it,
                     Bbm Ab Gb Bbm
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

            
            
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