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