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