Radiohead: Blackstar

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 
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/r/radiohead/black+star_20113254.html ] 
The 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 

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 

Blame it on the black star 
Blame it on the falling sky 
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home 
This is killing me 
This is killing me.

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