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