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Finders Keepers

from Hindsight by Rita B

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Anti-colonial

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I found it on my porch outside my door
Everything I ever wanted packaged so delicately
Since I found it
I can keep it
I play a little game of finders keepers

I find, I keep
You lose, you fucking weep
Cos you're fucking weak.

I should have gotten them so dirty
My hands
They are all covered in blood
And I have wiped them all over my pants
Now it is clear that I am the guilty one
It is clear that I am the guilty one

I, I don't come from here
But I'm gonna take everything that you hold dear
I'm gonna wrap it up in pretty pink packaging
Sell it at the market stall
To all the unlucky kids
Who fortune in your misfortune
Take a lesson from someone you talk to

you find it, you keep it
Everything you ever wanted wrapped up in pretty pick packaging
you find it, you keep it

I find, I keep
You lose, you fucking weep
Cos you're fucking weak.

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from Hindsight, released March 10, 2022
Bianca Meier - Lyrics/songwriter
Thomas Fijalkoswki - Drums
Scott Piper - Bass
Ella Carsatein - violin
Guy Fenech - Mix/production engineer
Nick Franklin - Mastering enginerr

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Rita B Sydney, Australia

Rita B is a Sydney/Wollongong-based Alt Folk artist. She’s raw and honest and makes music that is unfiltered, uncorrupted and totally unapologetic.

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