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Late night, breaks lock
Hear the tires squeal
Red light, can't stop
So I spin the wheel
My world goes black before
I feel angel lift me up

And I open bloodshot eyes
Into fluorescent white
Flip the sirens, hit the lights
Close the door
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've never kept?
A light is shaking on this bed
To the weight of my regrets

I hope that I will never let you down
I know that this could be more than just
Flashing lights and sound

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 whats 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

Rhetoric can't raise the dead
I'm sick of all this talking
When there's no change
Rhetoric can't raise the dead
I'm sick of empty words
Let's lead
Not follow

Late night, breaks 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
Giving me a second chance
The artist in the ambulance

~THRICE

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