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