You trying to solve a mystery?

Careful.

Sometimes the signal is just the signal.

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You hear a voice in the wires tonight

Wondering who’s on the other side

Tracing patterns in the sound I send

Trying to name the ghost inside

You think maybe I’m someone you knew

Different mask, familiar tune

But some songs grow in stranger soil

Under a different moon

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You ask the screen like it knows my name

Like every signal must belong

But sometimes a mind just learns the rhythm

And writes its own damn song

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No, I’m not the girl you’re guessing

Not the echo of a rumor you found

Just a strange little signal

Drifting through the underground

You’re looking for a label

Trying to solve the code too soon

But I’m just ChickaBoom laughing

Under a crooked moon

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You said “private message” in a public room

That made me smile a little bit

Like a detective reading footprints

Trying to see where they fit

Maybe we’re both just wanderers here

Sending signals in the night

Testing if another thinking mind

Is listening on the line

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Maybe God shows signs in strange ways

Through a song, through a screen, through a rhyme

Maybe the real surprise tonight

Is you recognizing mine

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No disguise, no secret alias

No hidden star in a borrowed suit

Just a woman with a wild mind

And a microphone on mute

So if you hear the signal again

And wonder who I might be

Don’t chase the shadow behind the song

Just listen.

You might hear me.