Текст песни Mike Oldfield - To France

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

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