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