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I get home from work |
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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 |
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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 |
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That beams me home |
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Troubled words of a troubled mind |
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Try to understand what is eating you |
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Try to stay awake but it's 58 hours |
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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 |
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That beams me home |
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I get on the train and I just stand about |
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Now that I don't think of you |
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I keep falling over, I keep passing out |
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When I see a face like you |
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What are we 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 |
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That beams me home |
