| Just after midnight, Black Canyon freeway
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| A man when he could no longer deal
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| Stepped in front of 18 wheels
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| My uncle Ray was a paramedic
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| One of the first boots on the ground
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| He saw the man beneath the truck in several pieces
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| Obviously gone —
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| Time to call for cleanup
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| More flashing lights came
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| The cops blocked off the road
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| Ray’s pal from another engine
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| Came over with a gallows joke
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| Come on Ray, we can save him
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| Come on Ray, we can save him
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| Come on Ray
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| Ray’s pal went closer to see the broken body
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| Pretty quickly he came back acting queasy
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| Sayin' «Ray, you won’t believe what that man said to me:»
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| «Get this truck off my back
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| Don’t know what I expected, but that hurt really bad
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| Where were my people at?
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| Coiled up like a rattlesnake
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| Waiting to attack»
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| Next up the female fire engine driver strolled
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| To see the body solo when Ray declined to go
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| Against her better judgment, her training and her plan
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| She recognized in those pieces a brokenhearted man
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| Compartments came apart then
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| Compartments came apart then
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| She gathered herself and crept back to the truck
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| Remembering all of the times she’d nearly given up
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| She had to be twice as human, and just as tough
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| She knew it was never enough, never enough
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| To get this truck off my back
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| Don’t know what I expected, but that hurt really bad
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| Where were my people at?
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| Coiled up like a rattlesnake
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| Waiting to attack
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| Tell them your stories
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| If you carry them by yourself
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| The gorier the details the more you walk alone in Hell |