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