Radiohead - Black Star (Acoustic) | Текст песни

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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 did 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 brings me home

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?
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

I get on the train and I just stand about now that I don't think of you
I keep falling over I keep crushing out
When I see a face like you
What am I coming to?
I just don't know anymore

I Blame it on the black star
I Blame it on the falling sky
I Blame it on the satellite that beams me home
Tonight, this is killing me
Tonight, this is killing me

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