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 too
Now your eyes are red from crying
Almost blue
Flirting with this disaster became me
It named me as the fool who only aimed to be

Almost blue
It’s almost touching that we’re almost through
There’s a part of me that’s always true, always
All the things never come to an end, now it is only a chosen few
I’ve seen such an unhappy couple

Almost me
Almost you
Almost blue

Lyrics

Desmond has a barrow in the market place
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond says to Molly-girl “I like your face”
And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand

Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on bra
Lala how the life goes on
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on bra
Lala how the life goes on

Desmond takes a trolly to the jewellers store
Buys a twenty carat golden ring
Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door
And as he gives it to her she begins to sing

Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on bra
Lala how the life goes on
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on bra
Lala how the life goes on

In a couple of years they have built
A home sweet home
With a couple of kids running in the yard
Of Desmond and Molly Jones

Happy ever after in the market place
Molly lets the children lend a hand
Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face
And in the evening she’s a singer with the band

And if you want some fun
Take ob-la-di, ob-la-da

You’re livin’ your life without a care in the world
That’s the way it should be
What’s life like in a candy swirl?
What’s life like to me?

Everyone is slowing down
Look once at life on the ground
You all are the people, they’re runnin’ around
Not making a sound

Total hate! Total hate! Total hate!

You’re movin’ along, just goin’ your own way
Don’t try to change
You’re jumpin’, you’re runnin’, you learn to play
Never try to rearrange

You’re getting tired and starting to drag
Slowing down and that’s sad
You’re walkin’ around, you’re being a skag
Huh – well that’s not my bag

Total hate! Total hate! Total hate!

You don’t even know me so don’t hate me
Sublime rockin’ No Doubt stylie
We do it Monday and on Friday
Get back to the show ’cause it’s payday
11 o’clock, roll, roll it down
Rock the city with the number one sound
Long beat, Long Beach and it feels so fine
Rock this shit straight back to Anaheim

Total hate, total hate
You’re so fake, you make me shake
Your faded face is so irate
You share with none, you have no one
You’re living your life in total hate

Total hate! Total hate! Total hate! Total hate! Total hate!
Total hate! Total hate! Total hate! Total hate! Total hate!

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