The cars come by your house
It's Friday night again
I miss the morning before it comes to me
She is here
I've given up love
I've given up wanting love
But I can count the ways I wanted you
I can't believe you'd want me too
I play guitar and say your name again
Fiona, come over now
I know you're itching to
Not to say
These things fix everything
I'm still a lonely kid
Talking about how we're different
I can still taste your kisses
Never wanna do my dishes
Nothing real's on my wish list
Seeming like a lonely child
I leave the country feeling wild
And satisfy the moment I arrive
Wanting sex and having kids
And feeling bored with violence
It comes to me
And finally I fear it
Strange Ranger - Leona Lyrics
Strange Ranger - Leona Lyrics
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The cars come by your house
It's Friday night again
I miss the morning before it comes to me
She is here
I've given up love
I've given up wanting love
But I can count the ways I wanted you
I can't believe you'd want me too
I play guitar and say your name again
Fiona, come over now
I know you're itching to
Not to say
These things fix everything
I'm still a lonely kid
Talking about how we're different
I can still taste your kisses
Never wanna do my dishes
Nothing real's on my wish list
Seeming like a lonely child
I leave the country feeling wild
And satisfy the moment I arrive
Wanting sex and having kids
And feeling bored with violence
It comes to me
And finally I fear it
It's Friday night again
I miss the morning before it comes to me
She is here
I've given up love
I've given up wanting love
But I can count the ways I wanted you
I can't believe you'd want me too
I play guitar and say your name again
Fiona, come over now
I know you're itching to
Not to say
These things fix everything
I'm still a lonely kid
Talking about how we're different
I can still taste your kisses
Never wanna do my dishes
Nothing real's on my wish list
Seeming like a lonely child
I leave the country feeling wild
And satisfy the moment I arrive
Wanting sex and having kids
And feeling bored with violence
It comes to me
And finally I fear it
Writer: Isaac Eiger, Fred Nixon, Nathan Tucker
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave