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Here on these cliffs of Dover |
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So high you can't see over |
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And while your head is spinning |
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Hold tight, it's just beginning |
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You come from parents wanton |
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A childhood rough and rotten |
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I come from wealth and beauty |
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Untouched by work or duty |
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And oh, my love, my love |
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And oh, my love, my love |
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We both go down together |
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I found you, a tattooed tramp |
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A dirty daughter from the labor camps |
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I laid you down on the grass of a clearing |
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You wept but your soul was willing |
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And oh, my love, my love |
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And oh, my love, my love |
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We both go down together |
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And my parents will never consent to this love |
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But I hold your hand |
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Meet me on my vast veranda |
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My sweet untouched Miranda |
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And while the seagulls are crying |
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We fall but our souls are flying |
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And oh, my love, my love |
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And oh, my love, my love |
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And oh, my love, oh my love |
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And oh, my love, my love |
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We both go down together |
