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Intro:
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 the troubled words
Of a troubled mind i try to understand what is eating you.
I try to stay awake but its 58 hrs
Since that i last slept with 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
I just don´t know anymore. 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?
What are we gonna do?
Blame it on the Black Star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite. I´m gonna melt down.