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