| You glide through the ugly scene
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| Like an eel riding Vaseline
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| Listen in to everyone
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| Keep your distance from the smoking gun
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| Pulling strings from forbidden rooms
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| Greasing palms when you need to
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| Stop at nothing to get your way
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| Right or wrong
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| And you lied
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| But we’ll never know the half of what you’ve done
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| Oh no, you must be the chosen one
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| Breathing air with the fêted few
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| Assassin smiling like an ingénue
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| You’re the enemy they’re keeping close
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| The friend that they fear the most
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| Did you call every favour in
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| When the whole affair hit the fan?
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| Tell me how you can sleep at night
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| After all you’ve done
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| Go and hide
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| While your friends all take the blame
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| You cut and run
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| Because you’re the chosen one
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| And it’s no surprise
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| As you’re slithering out the shade back into the sun
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| You’re looking like the chosen one
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| When the world was camped at your door
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| Just like karma’s army had come for a war
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| Was that a tear in the steely eye
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| Of the Almighty’s favoured chosen child?
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| And you lied
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| And God only knows what the hell you’ve done
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| You can’t question the chosen one
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| And it’s no surprise
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| You’re coming around again like you were never gone
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| No shame about what you’ve done
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| You must be the chosen one |