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, everlasting
The truth is sometimes hard to follow
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
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
(musical interlude)
As a plastic figurine
Slapped in a magazine
Or on your cable TV screen




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