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