kumbaworld
To France
Oldfield, Mike
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?

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I see a picture by the lamp's flicker.
Isn't it strange how dreams fade and shimmer?

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Never going to get to France.