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It's tricky when
You feel that someone
Has done something
On your behalf
It's slippery when
Your sense of justice
Murmurs underneath
And you're asking yourself
How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?
With a palm full of stars
I throw them like dice
Repeatedly
On the table
Repeatedly
I shake them like dice
And throw them on the table
Repeatedly
Repeatedly
Until the desired constellation appears
How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?