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