My Radio
StarsVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
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It's hard to remember days, mornings lost in a chronic haze.
Breath is fast and the trains are slow. I barely feel it though.
All day long I fantasize; in the dark, behind all the people's eyes,
And when they disappear, words get lost in the atmosphere.
The truth I tell, I tell the truth. Sixteen on a summer roof.
You ask for facts, well I'll give you proof. (Here's the truth)
sung on 2nd repeat -^
Hot sun on skin, that crimson dress too thin.
All winter up her woods. I touched it, it felt good.
All I want is my radio
All I want is my radio
He speaks in a voice I know, sounds like sand when the tide is low.
We kissed to that voice each night bathed in bare reactor light.
I cry when the morning comes. Count my blessings and my phones.
Say "Thanks, God" for whatever comes and quickly cross my fingers.
All I want is a room somewhere far away from the chemo air.
But when I go, my radio will play a melody that lingers.
All I want is my radio
Station ninety-nine point oh
Tell the DJ, DJ keep it slow
Like to fade volume low
repeat till fadeout)
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Readable chord sheet for My Radio by Stars
[Dm] It's hard to remember days, [C]mornings lost in a chronic haze.
[E7]Breath is fast and the trains are slow[Am]. I barely feel it though.
[Dm]All day long I fantasize;[C] in the dark, behind all the people's eyes,
[E7] And when they disappear, [Am]words get lost in the atmosphere.
[Dm] The truth I tell, I tell the [C]truth. Sixteen on a summer [E7]roof.
You ask for facts, well I'll give you [Am]proof. (Here's the truth)
sung on 2nd repeat -^
[Dm]Hot sun on skin,[C] that crimson dress too thin.
[E7] All winter up her woods[Am]. I touched it, it felt good.
[F]All I [G]want is my [C]radi[G]o
[F]All I [G]want is my [C]radi[G]o
[Dm] He speaks in a voice I know, [C]sounds like sand when the tide is low.
[E7] We kissed to that voice each night [Am]bathed in bare reactor light.
[Dm] I cry when the morning comes. [C]Count my blessings and my phones.
[E7]Say "Thanks, God" for whatever comes and [Am]quickly cross my fingers.
[Dm]All I want is a room somewhere [C]far away from the chemo air.
But [E7]when I go, my radio will [Am]play a melody that lingers.
[F]All I [G]want is my [C]radi[G]o
[F]Station [G]ninety-[C]nine point [G]oh
[F]Tell the [G]DJ, [C]DJ keep it [G]slow
[F]Like to [G]fade volume [Am]low
repeat till fadeout)