The Lint Trap Museum
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The Lint Trap Museum

Kibi

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[Intro]
[Verse]
The dryer spins a heavy beat
Above the damp and city heat
I find a scrap of faded blue
Left behind by someone new
A receipt for a single rose
Where the story goes, nobody knows
[Pre-Chorus]
I tuck it in my coat
A tiny paper boat
Sailing on a sea of lint
Giving me a little hint
[Chorus]
Welcome to my secret hall
Pinned against the backroom wall
A plastic dino painted green
The smallest king I've ever seen
Ticket stubs from eighty-four
Items scattered on the floor
I keep the traces that you leave
Woven in my denim sleeve
[Verse]
A grocery list for milk and tea
Written by a ghost for me
Maybe she’s a lonely soul
Trying hard to feel quite whole
Or a father in a rush
In the early morning hush
[Hook]
Everything is gold
Stories left untold
In the heat and fold
Wait for me to hold
[Chorus]
Welcome to my secret hall
Pinned against the backroom wall
A plastic dino painted green
The smallest king I've ever seen
Ticket stubs from eighty-four
Items scattered on the floor
I keep the traces that you leave
Woven in my denim sleeve
[Bridge]
Mrs. Higgins comes at ten
I never tell her where or when
I found her lucky silver coin
Where the metal shadows join
I’m too shy to say a word
The quietest song you ever heard
[Verse]
A yellow stub for a matinee
From a rainy Saturday
Did they hold hands in the dark?
Did they walk through Central Park?
Frayed at every single edge
Sitting on my wooden ledge
[Post-Chorus]
The smallest king I've ever seen
A plastic dino painted green
I keep the traces that you leave
Woven in my denim sleeve
[Outro]

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