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