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