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