The Chosen One
Contre Jour
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He’s the chosen one the only one
How can I call you
He never touched the ground
How can I call you
He made men of clay
How can I call you
They’re so weak inside
A terrible curse for this he had to accept
For a gift that made us shine
The sky may burn or fall on us, on us
Nothing could repair such a curse
Play and try such madness
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There’s nothing worse than emptiness
A terrible curse for this he had to accept
For a gift that made us shine
He’s the chosen one the only one
Play and try such madness
He never touched the ground
There’s nothing worse than emptiness
He made men of clay
Play and try such madness
They’re so weak inside