The Crookes - Echolalia | Текст песни

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Each day’s the same ‘til I think that I hear your name in echolalia.
And each time it hurts ‘cos I don’t know who said it first. Echolalia.
And empty refrains, they still cut me like an old razor blade.
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low.
My mind’s entwined with a symphony of overheard lines of echolalia.
And I feel half-sane ‘til somebody goes and whispers your name
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low,
I’m still hearing echoes…
I should listen to what my Father says,
God knows I’ve made all of his mistakes.
Instead I’m making them all again I should brush aside what The Strangers tell me,
that those on the outside are born to be lonely.
No they don’t even know me. . . they don’t even know me. . . they don’t even know me
Still I keep chasing the cheap fix ‘til I wake from this crisis on my own
My mind unfolds and I resolve to forget her but I still hear the echoes come the low.

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