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