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