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It's tricky when you feel someone has done something 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 (repeat - 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 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? (How am I going to make it right?)
I wake up and the day feels broken I tilt my head I'm trying to get an angle 'Cause the evening I've always longed for it could still happen How do I master the perfect day six glasses of water seven phonecalls If you leave it alone it might just happen anyway It's not up to you - well, it never really was... If you wake up and the day feels a-broken just lean into the crack and it will tremble ever so nicely notice how it sparkles down there I can decide what I give but it's not up to me what I get given Unthinkable surprises about to happen but what they are It's not up to you well, it never really was... There's too much clinging to peak there's too much pressure
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