High In Brighton

I wanna get out my room, it's so boring
Crushed under the weight of things that I'm ignoring
(She's ignoring)
Talk to the hand, not to my face
Talk to the losers in my place
Fuck it, I'm leaving, I'm out of here
I got a one-way ticket to heaven

I wanna be
High in Brighton
I wanna be
High in Brighton
I wanna be
High

I wanna be
High in Brighton
I wanna be
High in Brighton
I wanna be
High

I'm on the marine parade and it's still boring (boring, boring)
Thought there'd be a marching band, I guess they're touring
Even when it's grey, it's a holiday (holiday!)
Seven hundred ice creams in my face
So if you want to escape

Come and get
High in Brighton
High in Brighton
I wanna be
High

I wanna be
High in Brighton
High in Brighton
I wanna be
High

I want to escape my real life
I want to escape
I want to escape
I want to escape
I want to escape my real life

This could be perfect timing
Tickets are cheap, so buy them

We can get
High in Brighton
We can get
High in Brighton
I wanna be
High

So come and say
High in Brighton
High in Brighton
I wanna be
High
I'm so high



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Brown, Orla Gartland, Greta Isaac, Dorothy Clark, Peter Miles, Mathew Swales
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