Britton - White Cliffs | Текст песни

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We don't have to get high, even on a Saturday night
so get your fingers out of that pie, and do it with a wink and a smile
It's way past your bedtime, and you should be shutting your eyes
but your out painting the tiles, and your mother doesn't know why
We don't have to get high, even on a Saturday night
So come up and gimme a try, we'll strap ourselves in and go...

Flying over the white cliffs of dover
It's true... I'm sober and I'm blue
Flying over the white cliffs of dover
into... October looks like you

We don't have to get high, even on a Saturday night
Our trajectory's right, blazing across the sky
We don't have to get high, even on a Saturday night

Cos this love's turpentine. We'll strap ourselves in and go...

Flying over the white cliffs of dover
It's true... I'm sober and I'm blue
Flying over the white cliffs of dover
into... October looks like you

Pantomime, there to trick you
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Pantomime, there to trick you
Adjust your eyes, rewind continue

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