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