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