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