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