| Here in the underground, so many lost and found
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| So many trading in styles in search of new sounds
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| So many swapping emotions and seeking new ground
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| That they forget to stop it and take good look around
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| What did they leave behind? |
| What did they lose or trade?
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| No matter where they go, no where will be totally safe
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| You left your gat and ID inside the suitcase
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| Then skip town to go out put on a new face
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| So now you’re
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| Lost and found in the underground
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| And if you threw it away somebody else is gonna find it
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| (Lost and found) Somebody else is gonna find it
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| Here in the lost and found, he find a way out
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| At least he thought he did threw that suitcase out
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| Into the river leave and lost for nobody to find
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| As this identity was erased from that space and time
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| He made it all the way to Tennessee
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| Before he started seeing coverage on a truck stop tv
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| Seven bodies were discovered, he only killed three
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| Sounds like a copy cat killer replicating me
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| Here in the lost and found, they felt that he was skiddish
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| And gave upon his work way before he was finished
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| So they found a murder weapon and pretend to be him
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| Wearing gloves so the gun still has his fingerprints
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| Now he’s back up on retirement for one last kill
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| Then he’s back to California to disappear within the hills
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| That was the first plan, a new place to call home
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| But the copycat killer couldn’t leave well enough alone |