I`m on the white cliffs of Dover
Thinking it over and over
But if I jump it`s all over
A cautionary tale for you
I`d like to roll in the clover
With you over and over
On the white cliffs of Dover
And then I let you push me over
If that is the fact
Then in actual fact
I`m not where it`s at
And it`s over
Oh, if that is the fact
Then in actual fact
I`m not where it`s at
And it`s over
Yes it is
And now the bluebirds are over (I`m floating away)
Over the white cliffs of Dover (Spent twenty years upon the sea)
And when you push me over (And when I come back)
Don`t bury me, I`m not worth anything (I found that you took care to me)
If that is the fact
Then in actual fact
I`m not where it`s at
And it`s over
Yes it is.
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