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