You want to be the chosen one.
Yeah, you know it.

When you woke up this morning everything was gone. By half past ten your head was going ding-dong. Ringing like a bell from your head down to your toes, like a voice trying to tell you there?s something you should know.
Last night you were flying but today you?re so low - ain?t it times like these makes you wonder if you?ll ever know the meaning of things as they appear to the others; wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers. Don?t you wish you didn't function, don?t you wish you never think beyond the next paycheque and the next little drink? Well you do, so make up your mind to go on, ?cos when you woke up this morning everything you had was gone.

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