It`s tricky when
You feel someone
Has done something
On your behalf
It`s slippery when
Your sense of justice
Murmurs underneath
And you`re asking:
How am I going to make this right?
With a palmful of stars
I throw them like dice
Repeatedly
I shake them like dice
And throw them on the table
Repeatedly
Repeatedly
Until the desired constellation appears
And I ask myself:
How am I going to make this right?
How am I going to make this right?
How am I going to make this right?
And you hear
How am I going to make this right?
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