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