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The Chosen Ones (Stratovarius) · The Chosen Ones (P.I.D.) · The Chosen Ones (Stratovarius) · Chosen Ones (Black Sorrows) · 1789: Les Amants de la Bastille (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 1789: Les Amants de la Bastille (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 1789: Les Amants de la Bastille [Super Deluxe Edition] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Chosen Few: Lo Mejor del Reggeatton (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Songs Chosen by Her Friends & Fellow Musicians (Joni Mitchell) · I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness [EP] (I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness) – and 90 other albums »


soil
Sown with peasant lies
Burden carried by
One
The vivian girls are the chosen ones
The vivian girls are the chosen ones
The vivian girls are the chosen ones
The vivian girls are the chosen ones
Frenchman for the night
By: jimmy buffett, roger guth
1994
>from his driftwood castle
Comes a song I've heard before
A scratchy grammaphone
Cuts
The grounds around her burning light
I met her eyes

She was the chosen, she was
She was chosen
She was the chosen, she was
She was chosen
I saw her
Transfixed by a distant chaos
Locked inside a violent womb
Brood into frenzy
I witness what's foredoomed

Amid seven in a subway car
Tearing
To know you chosen me to share your hips
It isn't just the way you speak that thrills me so
It haunts darling even when you're gone
But every time I hold
the one who is born king of the Jews?
We saw his star in the east and we have come to worship him"

Lord we have traveled far
Torn and weary guided by
No one ever calls me here
Traveling by my self these days
I'm into jazz and felt berets
Far from the that old eastern shore
Searching for strange
choice but resistance, 
What will it take
You must choose or be chosen for.
What will it take
Choose or chosen 
Its all that we ask, for what we
choice but resistance, 
What will it take
You must choose or be chosen for.
What will it take
Choose or chosen 
Its all that we ask, for what we
be done, four hundred years
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill
be done, four hundred years
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill
Why do you stand by the window
Abandoned to beauty and pride
The thorn of the night in your bosom
The spear of the age in your side
Lost in
be done, four hundred years
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill
Let me tell you to try
What did you tell you
Another day goes by
Tell me why does
So this is why
We're falling down

The...

I am the chosen
Here we are
Stuck by this river
You and I
Underneath a sky that's ever falling down, down, down
Ever falling down

Through the day
As if
the cloak that you should have mended
don't you know by now why the chosen are few?
it's harder to believe than not to
harder to believe than not to

It
Here we are
Stuck by this river
You and I
Underneath a sky that's ever falling down, down, down
Ever falling down

Through the day
As if
Dear wind of Mississippi can you call him by name
I have followed his wings on a sunny day

I like to believe he's the chosen one
I like to believe
Fighting the silence of chosen sanctity
A choice I made alone
Am I misled by the selfish blinding need
My dreams all meet again
Once again
Once again
around
Is that Paris burning, is the Bastille falling down?
And where are all the mercenaries - paid for by the king?
Have they joined the mob you say,
be done, four hundred years
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill
me down with sick devotion
Never choosing, always chosen

I can't take it
I've been broken
Stripped of self esteem, a token
Weathered down by thick
too late...
You've chosen the moment
And you're awaiting the pain,
So it's clear...
You've chosen... You've chosen to stay...
Satisfied for tomorrow
done, four hundred years
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first