| I’m an acorn first
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| I’m an old oak next
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| I’m a girl dancing in her thinnest dress
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| I’m the floodplains of England in this climate new
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| I’m the silk worm in the fingers of a sweatshop youth
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| Both of us getting squeezed for the riches of the few
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| Give me seaweed and pirates and all that smells good
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| I should have loved you better, yes I should, oh I should
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| But give me rockpools and Cornwall and everything that’s pure
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| I should have seen what was going on with you
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| I think I chose to ignore
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| But nature is a priest
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| And she only speaks the truth
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| She runs an evening class in the language of our deep composing youth
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| And it doesn’t cost a penny and you don’t get any grades, but you can swap your
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| seeds until the daylight fades because there is no copyright on the world that
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| she made
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| Give me seaweed and pirates and all that smells good
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| I should have loved you better, yes I should, oh I should
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| But give me rockpools and Cornwall and everything that’s pure
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| I should have seen what was going on with you
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| Oh for sure, for sure
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| We all went to the market, sold everything we’ve got
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| I should have stood up for you, I think about this a lot
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| Yes I should have stood up for you, I think about that a lot
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| Oooh rockpools and Cornwall are always deeper than they seem
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| I’m gonna love you better, and dare to dream
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| So I’m gonna love you better, and we can dare to dream |