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