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