Lost And Found - Live At The Panama, Amsterdam - Golden Earring

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I am not an object

Somethin' you throw away

I am no piece of junk

That's been left on a stationary train

I want you to get a message

To the one that's gonna set me free

Tell her to hurry - tell her to recognize me

'Cause I'm beginning to believe

That forever I'll live on a shelf

Of the lost & found

Between a cane and an umbrella

A wallet and a chain of keys

My dreams are full of you

And my nights without you are empty

I'm going under - going under

Had a name - had a number

Went and lost it all instead

Now I'm beginning to believe

That I'll never get to leave this place

They called lost & found

Yeah I'm beginning to believe

That forever I'll be another case

Of the lost & found

I am not an object

A person you throw away

Some piece of junk

That's been left on a stationary train

I want you to get a message

To the one that's gonna set me free

Tell her to hurry - tell her to identify me

Yeah I'm beginning to believe

That forever I'll be another case

Of the lost & found