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