To France (Mike Oldfield) |
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A fantasy Sailing a restless sea Into white water Taking on water From a memory. The wind carries Far from the islands. |
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Never going to get to France. Don't you know you're Never going to get to France. Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you? Could a new romance ever bind you? |
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Walking on foreign grounds Territory. Searching for sanctuary. Over your shoulder Stories unfold, you're Like a shadow Roaming in far off |
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Never going to get to France. Never going to get to France. You know you're Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you? Could a new romance ever bind you? |
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By the lamp's flicker. Isn't it strange how I see a picture Dreams fade and shimmer? |
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Never going to get to France. Never going to get to France. Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you? Could a new romance ever bind you? |
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Dreams fade and shimmer? I see a picture Isn't it strange how By the lamp's flicker. |
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Never going to... Never going to get to France. Could a new romance ever bind you? Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you? Never going to get to France. Never going to get to France. Never going to get to France. Never going to... Never going to get to France. |
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