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