B.A.S.I.C. - Ultra, Bob Kraushaar

I can’t mend it A falling star or a broken angel

I dont pretend that loving you is an easy thing

You might say the plans we made were a guide for living

Don’t make sense When being kind is left behind

Spin the record round and round

We’re getting lost inside the sound

Keeping me from falling down

We all need some basic B.A.S I guess I.C.

Love, trust simple bare necessities

We all need some basic B.A.S I guess that’s me Remember the message girl, simple as hey 1, 2, 3

Don’t look down Where you fall I will follow

Don’t turn around Just look before you’re taken in Some might say Feeling fine’s a a state of mind

Spin the record round and round

We’re getting lost inside the sound

Keeping me from falling down

We all need some basic B.A.S I guess I.C.

Love, trust simple bare necessities

We all need some basic B.A.S I guess that’s me Remember the message girl, simple as hey 1, 2, 3

Here in New York, is simply where we’ve gotta be We can ride on, and just do it basically

It’s gotta be!

Here we go again

We’re getting through the love surrender

This is now the end

Forgetting you is what I do Spin the record round and round

We’re getting lost inside the sound

Keeping me from falling down

We all need some basic B.A.S I guess I.C.

Love, trust simple bare necessities

We all need some basic B.A.S I guess that’s me Remember the message girl, simple as hey 1, 2, 3

We all need some basic B.A.S I guess I.C.

Love, trust simple bare necessities

We all need some basic B.A.S I guess that’s me Remember the message girl, simple as hey 1, 2, 3

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