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Trumpet Solo!
I’ve been thinking about this for weeks,
Practicing ‘till I’m out of breath.
I claim refuge with the confident,
Imagining things will go wrong.
Practicing ‘till I’m out of breath,
I get so nervous, I quake like a fool.
Imagining things will go wrong,
On my debut - it’d be just my luck.
I get so nervous, I quake like a fool,
So I claim refuge with the confident,
On my debut, it’d be just my luck.
I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.
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