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 France.
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Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you?
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Never going to get to France.
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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 France.
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Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you?
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Never going to get to France.
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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 France.
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Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you?
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Never going to get to France.
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Could a new romance ever bind you?
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To France
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| Kim Wilde |
