We Were All Bascially Alone.

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It's not in my head at all.
This won't affect me at all.
I'll just listen to the bass walk right over my soul.
I'll just listen to the trumpet play the blues of my life.
Hear that drum set beat out the saddest rhythm you'll ever hear.
Feel that flute whistle out those down right upsetting tunes.
That's the way I feel whenever I'm with you.
You can bring my flowers baby, when I'm dead and gone.