Matt Cardle - Lost found

^ASpirits were gathering dust, Somewhere familiar e^Gnough, To stay, a^Alone. Mixed with my kind and care, ^GNo one could find me in there, What have I d^Aone?

I hope, I don't let you d^F#own, I won't let you d^Aown, I would not be h^Gere, If I left myself in the lost and f^Aound.

I started causing a s^Acene, Trying to break the r^Goutine, Of days, so l^Aong. Waiting for someone, somewhere, To try and get me from t^Ghere, And take, me ^Aon.

I hope, I don't let you d^F#own, I won't let you d^Aown, I would not be h^Gere, If I left myself in the lost and found.^F#

Don't take me back, don't take me b^Gack, To the lost and found. ^F#Don't take me back, don't take me b^Gack.

^F#I hope, I don't let you d^Gown, I won't let you d^F#own, I would not be h^Gere, oh.

^AI hope, I don't let you d^F#own, I won't let you d^Aown, yea^Gh.^{A F#}