Icelandic Choir (The)
Desired Constellation
It's tricky when you feel someoneHas done some sin on your behalfIt's slippery when your sense of justiceMurmurs underneath and is asking youHow am I going to make it rightHow am I going to make it rightWith a palm full of starsI throw them like dice (repeatedly)On the table (repeat, repeatedly)I shake them like diceAnd throw them on the table repeatedly (repeatedly)Until the desired constellation appearsHow am I going to make it rightHow am I going to make it rightHow 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 rightHow am I going to make it right(How am I going to make it right)
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