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