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4a - The Radio's Talkin' Back

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[intro musical solo] [verse] My radio’s talkin’ back with a mind of its own, Spittin’ static like a preacher with a brimstone tone. It plays love songs backwards, makes the heartache sound sweet, Like a diner’s best coffee on a dead-end street. [Chorus] The radio’s talkin’ back, it’s got a lot to say, Like a barstool philosopher at the end of the day. It’s tunin’ my heart to a station of chance, A frequency I never knew could make my spirit dance. [verse] The radio’s talkin’ back, and it’s askin’ to dance. It played a waltz for my ex when I was feelin’ blue, Then spun a polka so fast, I forgot who was who. It’s got a dial like a compass, pointin’ straight to my soul, Broadcastin’ dreams through a speaker full of holes. [repeat Chorus] The radio’s talkin’ back, it’s got a lot to say, Like a barstool philosopher at the end of the day. It’s tunin’ my heart to a station of chance, A wild rhythm, pulling me out of a trance. [verse] I tried to unplug it, but it laughed in my face, Said, “You can’t turn off fate in this ramshackle place.” Now it’s playin’ my future in a cracklin’ old tune, Like a jingle for hope ‘neath a harvest moon. [Bridge] The airwaves are hummin’ with a signal so clear, Tellin’ me to chase what I’ve been dodgin’ from fear. I’ll crank up the volume, let the static take flight, ‘Cause the radio’s talkin’ back, and it’s talkin’ tonight. It’s painting pictures, helping me see the fading light. [Chorus] The radio’s talkin’ back, it’s got a lot to say, Like a barstool philosopher at the end of the day. It’s tunin’ my heart to a station of chance, Now I'm ready, taking hold of this second chance. [verse] It’s playin’ old memories, like echoes from the past, A symphony of heartbreaks, too good not to last. It whispers secrets softly, then shouts them loud and clear, Drownin’ out the doubts and quietin’ every fear. It's spinning stories, helping me see the path that's near. [Outro Chorus] Oh, the radio’s talkin’ back, and I’m finally tuned in, Letting every crackle tell me where to begin. It’s more than just music, it’s a guide for my soul, The radio’s talkin’ back, making me truly whole. [outro musical solo]