Text: Elliott Smith. Figure 8. In The Lost And Found (Honky Bach).

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He held his breath to hold your hand
To walk the stairsteps in pairs
Climbing up a slippery slope
I'm in love, love I hope
Don't go home angelina
Stay with me, hanging around in the lost and found
Kissed you quick feeling weird
Lonely leeved and disappeared
This is such a simple place
Passing time can't erase
Don't go home angelina
Paint tomorrow blue
Day breaks and every morning when he wakes he thinks of you
I'm alone, that's okay, I don't mind
Most of the time
I don't feel afraid to die
She was here passing by
Don't go home angelina
Stay with me, hanging around in the lost and found
Stay with me, hanging around in the lost and found