Got woken in the night by a mystic golden light,
my head soaked in river water
I had been dressed in a coat of armor, they called
a horse out of the woodland,
"Take her there, through the desert shores"
They sang to me "This is yours to we---ar,
you're the chosen one there's no turning ba---ack
now"
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horse and I, we're dancers in the dark
Came upon the headdress, it was gilded dark and golden,
the children sang "I was so afraid, I took it to my head
and pray."
They sang to me "This is yours to we---ar,
you're the chosen one there's no turning ba---ack"
They sang to me "This is yours to we---ar,
you're the chosen one there's no turning ba---ack"
There is no turning back
There is no turn
There is no turning back
There is no turn
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