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