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 home
 Troubled 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 it on the falling sky
 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
 What am I coming to?
 I'm gonna melt down
 Blame it on the black star
 Blame it on the falling sky
 Blame it on the satellite
 That beams me home
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 This is killing me
 
 This is killing me