late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
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red light, can큧 stop so i spin the wheel
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my world goes black before i feel an angel lift me up
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and i open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
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they flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and i am gone
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now i lay here Owing my life to a stranger
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and i realize that empty words are not enough
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i큟 left here with the question of just
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what have i to show except the promises i never kept?
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i lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets
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i hope that i will never let you down
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i know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound
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look around and you큞l see that at times it feels like no one really cares
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it gets me down but i큟 still gonna try to do what큦 right, i know that there큦
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a difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have
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there큦 a line drawn in the sand, i큟 working up the will to cross it
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i hope that i will never let you down
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i know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound
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rhetoric cant큧 raise the dead
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i큟 sick of always talking when there큦 no change
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rhetoric cant큧 raise the dead
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i큟 sick of empty words, let큦 lead and not follow
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late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
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red light, can큧 stop so i spin the wheel
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my world goes black before i feel an angel steal me from the
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greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands
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they큩e given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance
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hope that i will never let you down
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i know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound
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can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound
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the artist in the ambulance
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