Mike Oldfield - To France Lyrics
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To France
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What Are The Lyrics For To France By Mike Oldfield?
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 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 I see a picture By the lamp's flicker. Isn't it strange how Dreams fade and shimmer? Walking on foreign ground, Like a shadow, Roaming in far off Territory. Over your shoulder, Stories unfold, you're Searching for sanctuary. Y know you're I see a picture By the lamp's flicker. Isn't it strange how Dreams fade and shimmer? 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. Never going to.... Never going to get to France. Never going to.... Never going to get to France. Never going to.... |
Who Wrote To France By Mike Oldfield?
Michael Gordon Oldfield
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What's The Duration Of The To France By Mike Oldfield?The duration of To France is 4:31 minutes and seconds. |
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