Everybody suspects it

But harder to see is the proof that we are right

There is an exit

If you don't want to remain

Somewhere there's a door

And I'm searching for

More

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I want to know where the lost things go

I want to see for myself

Is there a place somewhere outside space?

Just show me the way!

It's got to be better than spending your life on the shelf

They go when nobody's watching

Slip through the portal and vanish from mortal sight

It's no use searching

Until they mean to be found

You never will run them to ground

Where no eye can see

How I long to be

Free!

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I want to know where the lost things go

I've always thought it was real

I'll find a way to get there someday

It's not hard to see

There's got to be someplace where you can pursue your ideal

There's lots of socks and underwear and car keys

The caps of felt-tip pens and bathing suits and coats

There's scissors, and small utensils

Library books and videos and stamps and

Checkbooks and important Post-It notes

There's lots of pencils, and ballpoint pens, and thousands of erasers

Earrings, and reading glasses

Chessmen and puzzle pieces

And pennies, and quarters, golf balls, tennis balls

Playing cards, baby teeth, barrettes and Barbie shoes

Some go just for a visit

Off on a lark, reappearing by dark of night

Not too much, is it

To ask how they found their way there

Just vanished away into air?

When they go astray

And return, I say

Hey, Hey

I want to go!

I want it so!

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I want to know where the lost things go

Won't you please show me the way?

Go there once more as you did before

And take me with you

I've got to discover, whatever the cost

That magical threshold I never have crossed

For I could be found if I'd only get lost

For a day...

Just one day...