| Black Star |
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I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown,
Well what am i to do?
I know all the things around your head and what they do to you.
What are we coming to?
What are we gonna do?
Blame it on the black star,
Blame in on the falling sky,
Blame in on the satellite, that beams me home.
The trouble words of a troubled mind, i try to understand what is eating you.
I try to stay awake, but it's 58 hours since that i last slept with you.
What are we coming to?
I just don't know anymore
Blame it on the black star,
Blame in on the falling sky,
Blame in on the satellite, that beams me home.
I get on the train and i just stand about now that i don't think of you.
I keep falling over, i keep passing out, when i see a face like you.
What am i coming to?
I'm gonna melt down.
Blame it on the black star,
Blame in on the falling sky,
Blame in on the satellite, that beams me home.
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