Record Collector Lyrics - Catching A Tiger - Lissie

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 not really sure 

But I'm starting to think 

That I've been here before 

Who knows, maybe I have 

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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 don't you fill me up with it? 

Why don't you fill me up? 

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