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
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And flicks my ears as it pokes fun at me
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It nibbles at my fingernails
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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
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The Nature of the Boy Least Likely To
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The Boy Least Likely To |