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

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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

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I See A Picture
By The Lamp's Flicker.
Isn't It Strange How
Dreams Fade And Shimmer?

Chorus

I See A Picture
By The Lamp's Flicker.
Isn't It Strange How
Dreams Fade And Shimmer?

Chorus

Never Going To Get To France.