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Our Private Frequency
Juhram
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You left your playlist on my phone that night
A constellation in the blue-lit dark
A map of you in every chord and line
A perfect, pulsing, hidden work of art
Y ahora, cuando suena "Slow Dancing in the Dark"
Es tu fantasma en mi habitaciรณn
Un eco de tu risa, un latido del corazรณn
And I don't need nobody new
To tell me how to feel a groove
Because the rhythm of my veins
Still whispers your name
It's our private frequency
And every song's a room we lived inside
The Joji tears we let ourselves just cry
The Marias track that played while you dyed my hair blue
A secret world that only we knew
We built a universe from borrowed sound
On a drive with the windows down
And now I'm just a ghost in our old tune
Hoping it still haunts you, too
That punk rock anger for your ex, you said
The hyperpop for cleaning up your head
The sad-girl ballads for a rainy day
You scored your life and let me watch the play
Esa mezcla rara, dulce y รกcida
Era el sonido de tu alma dividida
Y yo, un tonto, pensando que era para siempre mi canciรณn favorita
And I don't want nobody new
To curate my point of view
'Cause every algorithm's wrong
Without your secret song
Our private frequency
And every song's a room we lived inside
The stupid meme song where we laughed 'til we cried
The rock you'd scream when you were feeling mean
A secret world that only we'd seen
We built a universe from borrowed sound
'Til our love was the only noun
And now I'm just a ghost in our old tune
Hoping it still haunts you, too
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The drive to Pueblo for Boo, you were asleep
I played our playlist, promises to keep
"Worldstar Money" on a midnight street
Your head on my shoulder, felt so complete
You shazamed our life, and I just pressed repeat
Fue nuestra banda sonora, mi amor
Y ahora... es solo un dolor
So let them have the radio
The hits they all already know
I've got our ruined, perfect, private show
On a loop, and letting go
Is a song I just can't learn
Our frequency begins to burn
A silent, waiting, dial tone
In the place I called our home
Nuestra frecuencia
Sรณlo nuestra
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