Number of Lyrics in Album : 10
By The Almost, It's in my face
How much I've changed
The colors clash
Of who
By The Almost, With a stutter, I'll be talking
No with my sickness
I'll get
By The Almost, Oh, to be young
It sounds like so much fun
Oh, the
By The Almost, With our hands up high we're screamin
Whoa whoa oh ..
By The Almost, In that room where you sit, where you live
I know
By The Almost, In this strange tender love I'm learning how to see.
By The Almost, Sick of drinking poison
Sick of worrying
Sick of telling lies
You're
By The Almost, I'm looking for some stable ground
Some kinda place to lay
By The Almost, Souls on Ten- The Almost- MonsterMonster
Windows down, our moods on
By The Almost, I'm on a mission
That I think I can't handle
It's hard