Lonely, Lonely, Oh Woe Is Me Oh Owe is me I say The complex cycle i go through almost everyday To my dismay, I imagine being in this set Me holdin' the
The sound of the future The weight of the years An echoed warning Can't happen here Do you believe it's almost summer Everything is so alive There's
Sometimes when I'm drinking man I think about all my close calls Ya know, what I'm saying the times I almost got shot The times I was committing crimes almost
say goodbye You'd better heed my warning The straw that broke the camel's back Didn't have to be so big And when you ran off and left me baby I almost
I love my country but it wears a uniform It speaks with foreign guns In the background you can almost hear The sound of intervention And I don't know
our hearts Sorry Cassandra I misunderstood Now the last day is dawning Some of us wanted but none of us would Listen to words of warning But on the
's a train?' When I was just a boy and living by the track Us kids would gather up the coal in big 'ole gunnysacks Then we heard the warning sound as
So this is what we've all been waiting for? And to think I almost missed it, now there's some things I won't ignore. Cause every fool with a guitar
pouring, we're exhausted and stressed Pip went insane when he almost drowned So profound when he shrieks like a little sailor clown Random ships we met, warned
[Verse 1 - Freeway] It's like the Biggie (Warning), almost six in the morning I'm receivin a call, it's just me and a broad I'm still in my drawers, just
I'm late there's misery, I won't be up on history, I'll be in the English grammar slammer, and I got a C. Got a warning last semester, told my mom
warning put me in the wall I drove long beach, california with three cracked vertebrae And we went on to indianapolis, indiana in may Well the brickyard's there
After two thousand came two thousand and one To be the new champions, we were there for to run From springtime in Arizona, 'til the fall in Monterey And
It's just another Saturday night Livin' in the 90's With Mr. Almost, not Mr. Right Tell me Where is the moonlight And champagne and roses? God knows,
Music: Frank Wildhorn Lyrics: Jack Murphy It's just another Saturday night livin' in the 90's with Mr. Almost, not Mr. Right tell me... where is the
something.. Sometimes you see shit that ain't there Sometimes you hear shit that nobody said Sometimes you think somewhere, that you really somewhere totally different It's almost
