Radiohead Black Star Lyrics

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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 58hrs since that I last slept with you.
What are we coming to?
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?
I'm gonna melt down.

Written by: Colin Charles Greenwood, Edward John Ou0027brien, Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Philip Selway, Philip James Selway, Thomas Yorke, Thomas Edward Yorke
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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