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Taking on watersailing a restless sea from a memorya fantasy.
The wind carries into white water
Far from the islandsdon't you know you're
Never going to get to France. Mary Queen of chance will they find you.
Never going to get to Francecould a new romance ever bind you.
Walking on foreign grounds like a shadow
Roaming in far off territory over your shoulder stories unfold
Your searching for sanctuaryyou know you're
Never going to get to France. Mary Oueen of chance will they find you. . . .I see a picture by the lamps flicker
Isn't it strange how dreams fade and shimmer.
Never going to get to France. Mary Queen of chance will they find you. . . .I see a picture by the lamps flicker. . .
Never going to get to France. Mary Queen of chance will they find you. . . .
Never going to get to France. Mary Queen of chance will they find you. . . .
Never going to get to France. Mary Queen of chance will they find you. . . .
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