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