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