28 January 2007

Another night in the gay bar (At war with the Mystics)

Waiting for the ambulance to come
Hoping that it doesn't come too late
Hearing the sirens in the distance
Hold on, help is on the way

Mr. Ambulance Driver, I'm right here
And though I'll live, somehow I've found
Mr. Ambulance Driver, I'm not a real survivor
Because I'm wishing that I was the one that
Wasn't gonna be here anymore

Oh, but we can't trade places
Our lives are strangely our own

Mr Ambulance Driver, The Flaming Lips 2006

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