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Mike Oldfield & Maggie Reilly – To France – 1984

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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…
    I see a picture
    By the lamp’s flicker.
    Isn’t it strange how
    Dreams fade and shimmer?
    Never going to get to France…
    I see a picture
    By the lamp’s flicker.
    Isn’t it strange how
    Dreams fade and shimmer?
    Never going to get to France…
    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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