dilime dolandı da ne diyo abla onu anlayamadım :(

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 rust old rake in a pile of leaves
oh my, truly daunting

but my blue eyes
cannot see
that their true hue is probably green
t should keep records of these things
and i’ll know what yesterdays bring

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 a buzz
oh my, how amusing

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 wonder that she could bring
and i said,
won’t you, won’t you fill me up with it, wont you fill me up with it,
won’t you fill me

i am always here with me
and i’ll know what yesterdays bring

 
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