Echolalia

A               D                     E                           D   A D
Each day’s the same ‘til I think that I hear your name in echolalia.
    A             D                      E                          D    A D
And each time it hurts ‘cos I don’t know who said it first. Echolalia.
    Bm          D                             A          E
And empty refrains, they still cut me like an old razor blade.

             D                           A              F#m           D
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
A           E          D                         A              F#m              D     E
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low.

D                                       E                        D      A D
My mind’s entwined with a symphony of overheard lines of echolalia.
                  A                          E
And I feel half-sane ‘til somebody goes and whispers your name

              D                           A              F#m          D
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
A                      D                         A              F#m               D
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low,
     A                     D
I’m still hearing echoes…

A  F#m E D A F#m E D

                             E
I should listen to what my Father says,
                            D
God knows I’ve made all of his mistakes.
                         E
Instead I’m making them all again
                                E
I should brush aside what The Strangers tell me,
                              D              E
that those on the outside are born to be lonely.
                   D                  A         D                  A         D    E
No they don’t even know me. . . they don’t even know me. . . they don’t even know me

             D                            E                           D
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
A       E               D                        A               F#m              D
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low.
E
Still hear those echoes
       D                            E                           D
I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
A                       D                         A              F#m             D
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low.
A                E        D
Still hear those echoes come the low
A                  E               D
I still hear those echoes come the low
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