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