BJORK - Desired Constellation lyrics

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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 it's asking How am i going to make it right? How am i going to make it right? With a palmful of stars I throw them like dice Repeatedly Repeatedly On the table I throw them on the table 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? And you're asking you How am i going to make it right? How am i going to make it right? (icelandic / gibberish[?] Stuff ) Repeatedly Repeatedly You're asking yourself Repeatedly