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Burning Rapture - Robert Spencer
Lyrics by:William Dean
Composed by:William Dean
Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhu
Huhuhuhuhu
Oh
Badadadapa dada
Dadadada hmm
Pulled your hoodie from the dryer
Socks stuck like they're holding on
Quarter clinking in the filter
Tiny thunder then it's gone
Crinkle paper in the corner
Blue ink blur but I can see
Back at seven
Don't be late
Guess that note was meant for me
Found a little past in the dryer heat
Half-washed words and a wrinkled receipt
You and me in the margin line
Total comes to we're fine
Spinning spinning
Coming back around
Loose change
In the lost and found
Guess our story is smaller than it seems
Just a faded name on a thermal dream
Ooh yeah yeah
Ooh
Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah
Dated from three Octobers over
Right beside your favorite snack
I remember how you laughed
Then mouth full couldn't give it back
Coffee stain across the letters
Like a storm that never hit
All the things we never told oh
Printed out on this little slip
Found a little past in the dryer heat
Half-washed words and a wrinkled receipt
You and me in the margin line
Total comes through you're fine
Spinning spinning
Coming back around
Loose change
In the lost and found
Guess our story is smaller than it seemed
Just a faded name on a thermal dream
Huu uh hu