The Songs I Didnt Write

              Bm       E
When you have gone to bed
         A               F#m
And I am alone inside my head
              Bm   E
I turn on the stereo
             A
The one only I can know

               A
And I hear the songs
                Bm
That I didn't write
                  E
I hear what they sounded like
         F#m
All over town
         G
All over town
         E
All over town

              Bm      E
It would have made me cry
                  A             F#m
What would have fallen from your eye
           Bm             E
Would have destroyed our love
E
and I would say...

A
Oh my God, oh my God, what was I thinking of?

Bm              E
Every night it plays, a little louder
A               F#m
Telling me to sing, a little louder
Bm                 C#
Telling me I can't escape
F#                   F#7
Escape the way I am, a little louder
Bm             E
Every night I open up my folder
A                F#m
To recollect the words

               A
I heard in the songs
              Bm
That I didn't write
                  E
I heard what they sounded like
         F#m
All over town
         G
All over town
         E
All over town

             Bm        E
But when you heard the notes
                A               F#m
That would have vaulted from my throat
            Bm               C#
There was a meaning past the awfulness
           F#m             Ebdim
There's something pure and true
                      E
That would have been great!

A  D  E  A
A  D  E

              E       Bm
It would have made me cry
                A              F#m
What would have fallen from my eye
           Bm        E
Merely had poisoned me
E
And I would say

A
Oh my god, oh my god, I had to get it out

Bm              E
Every night it plays, a little louder
A             F#m
Telling me to sing, a little louder
Bm           C#
Telling me I can't escape
F#                   F#7
Escape the way I am, a little louder
Bm              E
Every night my pen is getting drier
A                   F#m
Writing down those words

F#m            A
I sing in the songs
              Bm
That I didn't write
                 E
I sing what they sounded like
         F#m
All over town
         G
All over town
         E
All over town

             Bm         E
But when you heard the poem
                 A               F#m
That would have shook around our home
              Bm               C#
There was a chance it could've broken down
    F#               Ebdim
The walls around our path
                     E
That would have been great

E
I hear the songs and what they sounded like
E
I hear the songs and what they sounded like
E
I hear the songs and what they sounded like
E
I hear the songs

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