[Instrumental Intro - Rhodes chords, sparse] [Intro - spoken, Male] Hey — what do you listen to? [Verse 1 - Female] My own. Every line I write, every tone I own. Not the radio, not the top of the chart — I built the sound straight out of my own heart. [Instrumental Break - Rhodes fill] [Male, half-spoken] Better than the rock, the pop, the disco floor? [Verse 1 continued - Female] I can be all of them — and so much more. Any rhythm, any mood, any key — That's the freedom nobody hands you for free. [Instrumental Interlude - brief] [Verse 2 - Male] Funny thing is, I've been doing it too, Been so busy asking, forgot my own truth — Got a beat in my head that nobody's heard, Guess it's time I finally said the word. [Chorus - Both, layered] Try your own, try your own, Everybody's got a frequency, a tone — Stop borrowing the sound that somebody's grown, Come on — try your own. [Instrumental Break - Rhodes solo] [Bridge - Male & Female trading lines] Male: What if it's rough? Female: Then it's rough, and it's mine. Male: What if it's strange? Female: Then it's right on time. Both: Nobody's own sounds the same as yours — That's not a flaw, that's what music's for. [Instrumental Break - short, building back] [Final Chorus - Both, layered with harmonies] Try your own, try your own, Everybody's got a frequency, a tone — Stop borrowing the sound that somebody's grown, Come on — try your own. [Outro - Instrumental, Rhodes fade with soft ad-libs: "my own... my own..."]
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