Almost there, we're almost there How wonderful, wonderful our love will be For you, for me We're almost there where we will share A warm caress, tenderness
Money is your god Your dreams are my nightmares Your dreams are my nightmares Shackled by rules Rose tinted views Blind to the lies You're almost alive
you won't say You're barely hanging on From almost always maybe safe Your family sleeps alone but you're awake You're barely hanging on From almost always
And I almost lost my mind Yes I almost lost my mind In the traffic jam Sweating big for cans And I almost lost my mind Yes I almost lost my mind For
she placed her soft hands in mine I found myself wanting to kiss her For temptation was flowing like wine And I was almost persuaded To strip myself of my pride Almost
make the tears disappear Now, I'm almost over you, I've almost shook these blues So, when you come back around after painting the town you'll see That I'm almost
the paper window, see the stars News and views to show you who you are Keep the money moving change the scene Open up the market with our dreams Almost
and almost always It ain't right to just love me when you can I won't wait patiently Or wake up everyday just hoping that you'll still care Forever and almost
judge waited there My mother was crying when I left my chair The sentence were sharpful they cut like a knife For ninety ninety years folks is almost
judge waited there My mother was crying when I left my chair The sentence were sharp for it cut like a knife For ninety ninety years folks is almost
bed with her at night She's almost perfect She is so close to being everything She's almost perfect But she's not, she's not She's almost perfect She
Almost blue Almost doing things we used to do There's a boy here and he's almost you Almost all the things that your eyes once promised I see in him
Kids with broken hearts And kids with broken bones Kids with kidney stones Giving birth to bloody stereos Systems are all dripping wet With gristle piss
I guess you're old enough to know Kids out on the east coast Roughly twenty years old They got coaxed out by a certain perfect ratio Of warm beer to
A knockoff necktie The way he wore it made it look more like a tourniquet I looked deep in his eyes I saw Lynn, Massachussetts She hung a sleeveless
brother Pensacola parties hard with poppers, pills and pepsi Ybor city is tres speedy but they throw such killer parties Killer parties almost killed me, killer parties almost
screwing san francisco. the 70s got heavy we woke up on bloody carpets. got tangled up in gaslines. i guess that's where it started. the 80s almost killed
I've been trying to get people to call me Freddy Knuckles People keep calling me Right Said Fred And it's hard to keep trying when half your friends are