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It's always been in my nature |
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I am at my happiest |
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Sitting out on the cricket pitch |
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Eating broken lolly sticks |
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And raisins covered in chocolate |
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It's always been in my nature |
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it is just a bugabear |
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It tags along with me everywhere |
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It pinches me and it pulls my hair |
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and it giggles and flicks my ears as it pokes fun at me |
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It nibbles at my fingernails while I'm asleep |
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I sit on a swing seat in the breeze |
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Watching the leaves fall off the trees |
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And even though it looks sad to me |
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Nature always dies so beautifully |
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It's always been in my nature |
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it is just the way it is |
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I sink it and it resurfaces |
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It scratches at my bandages |
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And it wriggles over all my calluses and sores |
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It tickles but it doesn't hurt me anymore |
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The flowers stick out their tongues at me |
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Scrabbling around on my hands and knees |
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As I pick up all the fallen leaves |
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And try to glue them back onto the trees |
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I try to glue them back onto the trees |
