I don't think there's worth in mentioning it babe
Death comes for all things breathing
If you could hold only one thing safe
What is it that you believe in?

Finders keepers, to hell with the weekends
I don't care much for a drink
Found a girl, makes me weak in the knees and I won't let her slip away
I'd only be trying to find the look she gave in a stranger's face

Some people they believe in absolutes
They leave no room for error
Afraid to get a little dirt on their boots
No road to redemption neither

Finders keepers, to hell with the weekends
I don't care much for a drink
Found a girl, makes me weak in the knees and I won't let her slip away
I'd only be trying to find the look she gave in a stranger's face

Is there anyone here with a clue as to where we are going?
Railway master what's troubling you?
Why is it that we're slowing?

Finders keepers, to hell with the weekends
I don't care much for a drink
Found a girl, makes me weak in the knees and I won't let her slip away
I'd only be trying to find the look she gave in a stranger's face

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