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The struggle is in our hearts, it's in our hands
So whom do we really serve
What can we trust, what have we planned
Firmly fix your heart, your mind will follow
Ever longing, ever lasting
The truth is sometimes hard to swallow

We all understand the choice is in our hands
And chances are the choice has been pre-made
As a plastic figurine slapped in a magazine
Or on your cable TV screen

So what exactly is it you believe
Or maybe you don't know
Or maybe you wear it on your sleeve
I've got to ask myself the same
I've got to throw myself around
Because I know I've let you down
The struggle is in our hearts, it's in our hands   So whom do we really serve   What can we trust, what have we planned   Firmly fix your heart, your mind will follow   Ever longing, ever lasting   The truth is sometimes hard to swallow      We all understand the choice is in our hands   And chances are the choice has been pre-made   As a plastic figurine slapped in a magazine   Or on your cable TV screen      So what exactly is it you believe   Or maybe you don't know   Or maybe you wear it on your sleeve   I've got to ask myself the same   I've got to throw myself around   Because I know I've let you down