My pulse was nearly gone I was almost in need of a defibrillator I didn't know what went wrong I had to shake it off but I got stuck, oh my God You turned on my loose strings You know what to do, fine tune You're the love innovator that brings all the

Sun don't let me down (Sun don't let me down) She's almost in my arms right now I know you gotta rise for the birds to sing But I need the moonlight to do my thing Stars are out Keith Urban, Mister Worldwide They say life is short So, I'ma live it up

Don't blink Blink once, blink twice Blink, don't forget Nightcrawler, I am the enemy Nightcrawler, why are you following? Nightcrawler, is it almost my time to go? Nightcrawler, I have a devil in me Nightcrawler, is this the death of me? Nightcrawler, is

Come back to me, it's almost easy Come back again, it's almost easy I'm not insane, I'm not insane I'm not insane, I'm not, not insane (Set it off) (You learned your lesson) (It's still your fault) I feel insane every single time

Like breathing out and breathing in Accustomed to his face I've grown accustomed to his face He almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed to the tune he whistles night and noon His smiles, his frowns, his ups and downs Are second nature to me now

And I just wanna tell you And I wish I could run to you. And I hope you know that every time I don't I bet this time of night you're still up. I bet you're tired from a long hard week. I bet you're sitting in your chair by the window looking out at the

And I just wanna tell you And I wish I could run to you. And I hope you know that every time I don't I bet this time of night you're still up. I bet you're tired from a long hard week. I bet you're sitting in your chair by the window looking out at the

Almost forgot what I was doing Almost forgot where I was going I been driving, I been smoking Almost forgot what I was drinking What the hell have I been thinking Now I'm just riding through the city And ain't nobody rolling with me It ain't a problem,

Everything happens to me Black cats creep across my path Until I'm almost mad I must have 'roused the devil's wrath Cause all my luck is bad I make a date for golf and you can bet your life it rains I try to give a party and the guy upstairs complains I

Why'd you come in here lookin' like that All decked out like a cowgirl's dream In your high heeled boots and your painted-on jeans When you could stop traffic in a gunney sack Why you're almost givin' me a heart attack When you waltz right in here