Wooden Bins
Style: Indie folk

[Verse 1]
Dust rises soft off the sleeves
Every cover a hundred old dreams
But my hands keep still on your name
Nothing else in the bin feels the same

[Pre-chorus]
I could search every row in this place
Every faded and forgotten face
But I already know who I need

[Chorus]
Julian, you're the one that I choose
Not some story I found and could lose
Steady as vinyl spinning round
You're the truest thing I've found

[Verse 2]
Some records skip, some just fade
You're the one that never needs remade
Others gather dust on the shelf
You still sound like you mean it yourself

[Chorus]
Julian, you're the one that I choose
Not some story I found and could lose
Steady as vinyl spinning round
You're the truest thing I've found

[Bridge]
Let the others stay boxed and unplayed
I don't need a diamond or gold
I just need what your hands always made
Something warm that never grows old

[Chorus]
Julian, you're the one that I choose
Not some story I found and could lose
Steady as vinyl spinning round
You're the truest thing I've found

[Outro]
Dust still rises when I look for you
But my hands always know what is true

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