Thrice - The Artist in the Ambulance
by mf2 on Oct.31, 2008, under lyricz
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 lift me up
and i open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
they flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and i am gone
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