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