late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
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red light, can't 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 Iam 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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I'm 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 you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares
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it gets me down but i'm still gonna try to do what's right, I know that there's
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a difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have
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there's a line drawn in the sand, I'm 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 can't raise the dead
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I'm sick of always talking when there's no change
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rhetoric can't raise the dead
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I'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow
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late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
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red light, can't 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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they've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance
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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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can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound
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The Artist In The Ambulance (Live At The Apple Store)
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