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Thrice - The Artist in The Ambulance lyrics
Thrice Lyrics
late night, brake's lockhear the tires squealred light, can't stopso i spin the wheelmy world goes black before Ifeel an angel lift me upand i open bloodshot eyesinto fluorescent whiteflip the siren, hit the lightsclose the doors and I am gonenow I lay here owing my life to a strangerand I realize thatempty words are not enoughI'm left here with the question of justwhat have i to show except the promises i never kept?i lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets*chorus*i hope that i will never let you downi know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sounds*chorus*look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really caresit gets me down but i'm still gonna try to do what's right, i know that there'sa difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you havethere's a line drawn in the sand, i'm working up the will to cross it(chorus)rhetoric can't raise the deadi'm sick of always talking when there's no changerhetoric can't raise the deadi'm sick of empty words, let's lead and followlate night, brakes lock, hear the tires squealred light, can't stop so i spin the wheelmy world goes black before i feel an angel steal me from thegreedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady handsthey've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance(chorus)can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sounds
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