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