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Almost blue
Almost doing things we used to do
There's a girl here and she's almost you
Almost
All the things that your eyes once promised
I see in hers 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 it will almost do
There's a part of me that's always true... always

Not all good things come to an end now, it is only a chosen few
I have seen such an unhappy couple

Almost me

Almost you

Almost blue

"Almost Blue", by CHET BAKER.