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