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Choice of the chosen, yeah-ah
Choice of the chosen, yeah
When the people of the power meet the power of the people, then it changes every hour of the day
All you need is one man with his head in the sand to rise up and say
Oh, "It's a regime of a beauty queen
You gotta come clean, 'cause you're a liar
But if you stand up and fight for the things that are right
You'll find that one day, you'll start a fire
And when that flame burns, the people start to learn
That's all you need to take you higher
Higher than the trees, and the birds and the bees
It's the flame that we call desire", yeah
Choice of the chosen, yeah-ah
Choice of the chosen, yeah
Choice of the chosen, yeah-ah, yeah
Choice of the chosen, yeah
It's the men at the docks, workin' off the clock
Who's a time bomb ready to explode
But can we find a way to make it through the day?
Please tell me, 'cause I don't know
And then, one day he goes boom
Uh, his mind begins to break
The weight upon his shoulders is too much for him to take
Sick of living his life on the edge of the knife, yeah, he's gone
Oh-oh, yeah he's gone
Never to return, 'cause you know his flame will never ever burn again
Choice of the chosen, yeah-ah
Choice of the chosen, yeah (ooh, ooh)
Choice of the chosen, yeah-ah
Choice of the chosen, yeah
We'll it's the choice of the chosen, yeah yeah
Choice of the chosen, yeah (it's the choice of the chosen)
We'll it's the choice of the chosen, yeah yeah (it's the choice of the chosen)
(Oh, it's the choice of the chosen)
Choice of the chosen, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
