| 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 |