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