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