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?

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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 hours since that I last slept with you
What are we coming to?
I just don't know anymore

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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?
I'm gonna melt down

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