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Black Star

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 it on the falling sky

Blame it on the satellite that beams me homeThe troubled words of a troubled mind I try to understand what is eating you

I try to stay awake but its 58 hours since that I last slept with you

What are we coming to?

I just don't know anymoreBlame it on the black star

Blame it on the falling sky

Blame it on the satellite that beams me homeI 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 downBlame it on the black star

Blame it on the falling sky

Blame it on the satellite that beams me home

This is killing me

This is killing me

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