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It's tricky when you feel someone 
Has done some sin on your behalf 
It's slippery when your sense of justice 
Murmurs underneath and is asking you 
 
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, 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? 
And did you hear how am I going to make it right? 
 
How am I going to make it right? 
How am I going to make it right? 
[Incomprehensible] 
How am I going to make it right? 
[Incomprehensible]