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