| I won’t disown
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| Those things my heart has sown
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| The blame is mine alone
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| I made this fickle heart my own
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| But how am I supposed to see the stars
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| How am I supposed to see that far
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| I see the cost
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| Of all this heart has lost
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| And how those dice were tossed
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| In lives this fickle heart has crossed
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| But how am I supposed to see the stars
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| How am I supposed to see that far
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| How am I supposed to start
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| And change an ever changing heart
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| Light some corners of a mind
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| That isn’t there for me to find
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| How am I supposed to see
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| The stars you say are meant for me
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| How am I supposed to praise
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| Those stars with eyes I cannot raise
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| Maybe I’m supposed to say
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| I’m walking tall on feet of clay
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| Resting only when I check
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| The albatross around my neck
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| How am I supposed to see
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| The stars you say are meant for me
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| How am I to see
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| But how can I
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| Who lent my heart the lie
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| Now lift up heart and eye
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| And may the fickle heart see sky
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| And how am I supposed to see the stars
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| How am I supposed to see that far |