Thrice – Artist in the Ambulance

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

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