White Cliffs
Ah-ah-oh-oh
Ah-ah-oh-oh
Ah-ah-oh-oh
Ah-ah-oh-oh
We don't have to get high (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
Even on a Saturday night (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
So get your fingers out of that pile (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
And do what the weaken a smile (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
It's right past (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
A bit tight
And you should be shouting your eyes (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
But you are not paying the tile (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
And your mother doesn't even know why (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
We don't have to get high (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
Even on a Saturday night (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
So come up, give me a try (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
And trap ourselves in the gold (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
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
Ah-ah-oh-oh
Ah-ah-oh-oh
Ah-ah-oh-oh
Ah-ah-oh-oh
We don't have to get high (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
Even on a Saturday night (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
Our trajectories' right (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
Blazing across the sky (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
We don't have to get high (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
Even on a Saturday night (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
Does this looks tough but tight? (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
Let's trap ourselves in the gold (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
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
Heard tonight
That they've tricked you up
Just your right
We will continue
Heard tonight
That they've tricked you up
Just your right
We will continue
Ah-ah-oh-oh
Ah-ah-oh-oh
Ah-ah-oh-oh
Ah-ah-oh-oh
Ah-ah-oh-oh
Ah-ah-oh-oh
Ah-ah-oh-oh
We don't have to get high (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
Even on a Saturday night (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
So get your fingers out of that pile (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
And do what the weaken a smile (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
It's right past (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
A bit tight
And you should be shouting your eyes (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
But you are not paying the tile (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
And your mother doesn't even know why (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
We don't have to get high (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
Even on a Saturday night (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
So come up, give me a try (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
And trap ourselves in the gold (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
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
Ah-ah-oh-oh
Ah-ah-oh-oh
Ah-ah-oh-oh
Ah-ah-oh-oh
We don't have to get high (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
Even on a Saturday night (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
Our trajectories' right (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
Blazing across the sky (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
We don't have to get high (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
Even on a Saturday night (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
Does this looks tough but tight? (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
Let's trap ourselves in the gold (Ah-ah-oh-oh)
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
Heard tonight
That they've tricked you up
Just your right
We will continue
Heard tonight
That they've tricked you up
Just your right
We will continue
Ah-ah-oh-oh
Ah-ah-oh-oh
Ah-ah-oh-oh
Ah-ah-oh-oh
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Michael Britton, Jesse O'mahoney
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