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--- Mike Oldfield
Talking on Water, Sailing a restless sea
From a memory, A fantasy
The wind carries into white water
Fare 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 a 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 a 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 get to France
Never going to
Never going to get to France
Never going