Here on these cliffs of Dover
so high you can't see over
and while your head is spinning
hold tight it's just beginning
you come from parents' wanton
a childhood rough and rotten
I come from wealth and beauty
untouched by work or duty
and oh, my love, my love.
and oh, my love, my love.
We both go down together.
I found you, a
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