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I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gownWell, what am I to do?I know all the things around your head And what they do to youWhat are we coming to?What are we going to do?Blame it on the black starBlame it on the falling skyBlame it on the satellite that beams me homeThe troubled words of a troubled mind I try to understand what is eating youI try to stay awake but it's 58 hours Since that I last slept with youWhat are we coming to?I just don't know anymoreBlame it on the black starBlame it on the falling skyBlame it on the satellite that beams me homeI get on the train and I just stand about Now that I don't think of youSongtexteI keep falling over, I keep passing outWhen I see a face like youWhat am I coming to?I'm going to melt downBlame it on the black starBlame it on the falling skyBlame it on the satellite that beams me home Aus Songtexte Mania