Wilco
The Whole Love

Art of Almost

No, I froze

I can't be so

Far away from my wasteland

I'll never know when I might ambulance

Or hoist the horns with my own hands



Almost

Almost



I heard a faint olé, true love

But I had other ways to hurt myself

Like calling

I could open up my heart and fall in

I could blame it all on dust



The art of almost

Almost

Almost

Almost



I hold it up, I shake the great

Disobey across the waves, tomorrow

I'll have all the love

I could ever ache

And I'll leave almost with you



Art of almost

Almost

Almost

Almost

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