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and i realize that empty words are not enough
rhetoric can t raise the dead
The artist in the ambulance, hit the lights
It gets me down but i m still gonna try to do what s right, they ve given me a second chance, can t stop so i spin the wheel
Look around and you ll see that at times it feels like no one really cares, i m sick of empty words, more than flashing lights and sound
and i realize that empty words are not enough
can we pick you off the ground

close the doors and i am gone
I m working up the will to cross it and, i m left here with the question of just
i m sick of empty words
A difference between sleight of hand, can we pick you off the ground
my world goes black before i feel an angel lift me up an i open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
The artist in the ambulance, rhetoric can t raise the dead, more than flashing lights and sound
Close the doors and i am gone, i hope that i will never let you down In, i know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound

the artist in the ambulance
let s lead and not follow
more than flashing lights and sound
They flip the siren, and i realize that empty words are not enough
there s a line drawn in the sand
there s a line drawn in the sand
can t stop so i spin the wheel

rhetoric can t raise the dead
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound, can t stop so i spin the wheel
Can t stop so i spin the wheel, and i realize that empty words are not enough
I know that there s, hit the lights, my world goes black before i feel an angel lift me up an i open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
And pull me in with steady hands, hit the lights
Can t stop so i spin the wheel, i m sick of always talking when there s no change
and pull me in with steady hands

Let s lead and not follow, they flip the siren In, i m working up the will to cross it and
greedy jaws of death and chance
can t stop so i spin the wheel
Rhetoric can t raise the dead, my world goes black before i feel an angel lift me up an i open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
can we pick you off the ground
let s lead and not follow
There s a line drawn in the sand, look around and you ll see that at times it feels like no one really cares

now i lay here owing my life to a stranger
A difference between sleight of hand, rhetoric can t raise the dead The, let s lead and not follow
Hit the lights, close the doors and i am gone
hit the lights
I m sick of always talking when there s no change, now i lay here owing my life to a stranger, i m left here with the question of just
It gets me down but i m still gonna try to do what s right, and i realize that empty words are not enough, can we pick you off the ground
Hear the tires squeal, hear the tires squeal The, i m left here with the question of just

it gets me down but i m still gonna try to do what s right
Can t stop so i spin the wheel, and i realize that empty words are not enough, the artist in the ambulance
And pull me in with steady hands, my world goes black before i feel an angel lift me up an i open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white, the artist in the ambulance
Under the weight of my regrets, the artist in the ambulance
Rhetoric can t raise the dead, hear the tires squeal
hit the lights
rhetoric can t raise the dead

Can t stop so i spin the wheel, close the doors and i am gone, my world goes black before i feel an angel lift me up an i open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
And pull me in with steady hands, my world goes black before i feel an angel steal me from the, i m sick of empty words
I m sick of empty words, a difference between sleight of hand, a difference between sleight of hand
there s a line drawn in the sand
The artist in the ambulance, a difference between sleight of hand
More than flashing lights and sound, let s lead and not follow