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Thrice lyrics : "The Artist In The Ambulance"

Late night, brake's lock
Hear the tires squeal
Red light, can't stop

So i spin the wheel
My world goes black before I
Feel an angel lift me up

And i open bloodshot eyes
Into fluorescent white
Flip the siren, hit the lights

Close the doors and I am gone

Now I lay here owing my life to a stranger

And I realize that
Empty words are not enough
I'm left here with the question of just

What 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 down
I 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 cares

It gets me down but i'm still gonna try to do what's right, i know that there's
A difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have
There's a line drawn in the sand, i'm working up the will to cross it


(chorus)


Rhetoric can't raise the dead
I'm sick of always talking when there's no change
Rhetoric can't raise the dead

I'm sick of empty words, let's lead and follow

Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal

Red light, can't stop so i spin the wheel
My world goes black before i feel an angel steal me from the
Greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands

They'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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