| The chosen have spoken
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| Tomorrow we’ll reign again
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| The tide is closing in
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| Now we’re lost into disbelief
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| It’s slipping through my hands
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| Heading towards the abyss
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| It’s cast upon ourselves
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| We’re liars in disguise
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| It’s cast upon ourselves
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| Now look into my eyes…
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| Do you live by the prophecy
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| As foretold so long ago?
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| The chosen have spoken
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| Tomorrow we’ll turn the page
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| Together we’ll break this chain
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| And all our faith shall be obtained
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| But it’s slipping, through our hands
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| Heading towards the abyss
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| It’s cast upon ourselves
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| We’re liars in disguise
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| It’s cast upon ourselves
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| Now look into my eyes
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| Do you live by the prophecy
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| As foretold so long ago?
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| The ever-burning questions
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| They keep on knocking at my door |