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