| Well she don’t have her momma’s hips yet
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| So she stole her momma’s lipstick
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| And she knew that I was coming
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| And I think that I know why
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| She goes by Fiona
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| She seeks bad luck in omens
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| When she’s free and when she’s lonely
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| She comes beatin' at my door, singing:
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| I’ve seen the future and the future’s nothing new
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| Just another day to miss the things we used to do
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| So just lay me down somewhere like you do
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| I’ve seen the future and the future’s nothing new
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| Steer the bitch back, paint the crane
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| Winter’s coming back again
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| Hide the bourbon, clean the stove
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| Stack the wood in rows below
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| Sunday’s coming, heat the plates
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| The farmer’s daughter lays in wait
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| Jeans cut off above her knees
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| Lying there she waits for me
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| She goes by Fiona
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| She seeks bad luck in omens
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| When she’s free and when she’s lonely
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| She comes beating at my door, singing:
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| I’ve seen the future and the future’s nothing new
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| Just another day to miss the things we used to do
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| So just lay me down somewhere like you do
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| I’ve seen the future and the future’s nothing new
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| Well everybody’s pushing paper
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| Learning how to lose a buck
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| And all the crystal balls in Portland
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| Gonna tell you how it’s tough
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| You need a little bit of loving
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| Just trying to get the good rush
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| But if you really saw it coming
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| Would it matter all that much, saying
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| I’ve seen the future and the future’s nothing new
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| Just another day to miss the things we used to do
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| So just lay me down somewhere like you do
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| I’ve seen the future and the future’s nothing new
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| Well she don’t have her momma’s hips yet
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| So she stole her momma’s lipstick
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| And she knew that I was coming
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| And I think that I know why |