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