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The record player sits on my desk I set the needle on the charcoal vinyl Elvis Presley- Burning Love Escapes the speakers Ready to dance The static retro crackle Makes me want to live in the 1950's Music loops around in my head Sunshine illuminating onto my floor through the window I dance as light as the clouds in the pool of sunshine I smile Your kisses lift me higher Like the sweet song of a choir And you light my morning sky Burning Love Spreading my arms out wide My laugh bursts out of my corrupt lungs Slipping past my crimson red lips I breath the music Notes carrying my body across the floor Skirt billowing out around me As I twist my summer hips back and forth Music is melting into my mind I spin faster I am so free So care free So nostalgic Burning Love Burning Love Burning Love Burning Love
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 4:49 AM UTC
Elvis Presley
The record player sits on my desk I set the needle on the charcoal vinyl Elvis Presley- Burning Love Escapes the speakers Ready to dance The static retro crackle Makes me want to live in the 1950's Music loops around in my head Sunshine illuminating onto my floor through the window I dance as light as the clouds in the pool of sunshine I smile Your kisses lift me higher Like the sweet song of a choir And you light my morning sky Burning Love Spreading my arms out wide My laugh bursts out of my corrupt lungs Slipping past my crimson red lips I breath the music Notes carrying my body across the floor Skirt billowing out around me As I twist my summer hips back and forth Music is melting into my mind I spin faster I am so free So care free So nostalgic Burning Love Burning Love Burning Love Burning Love
Earthchild
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Earthchild
Canadian
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 4:49 AM UTC
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