| Get to his chest, compress, his heart stopped beating
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| A breath, resuscitate some feeling
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| The ambulance will take over from here
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| Looking down on you in preparation
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| With mask and tools, this operation
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| Is your last chance to live so close your eyes
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| As I’m putting you under
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| I can save your heart even though it’s destined to fail
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| But don’t be afraid
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| You just might make it out alive this way
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| As I review your chart, you dispute your need for repair
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| But I guarantee
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| You’ll never make it out alive without me
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| To see what hides inside, I cut you open
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| A mass of pride, bruised and swollen
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| And it must be removed so you can heal
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| Now the choice is yours, accept the treatment
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| Say the word and I’ll proceed
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| Now there’s nothing left to do but close your eyes
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| As I’m putting you under
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| (Patient:)
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| «There's a pain in my chest and I’m told by the best
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| They can’t save me
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| What make You think You can?»
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| (Doctor:)
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| «The drugs they prescribe and procedures they try
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| Will not save you
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| But I swear to you I can»
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| Let me play my part
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| I’ll keep you breathing I swear
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| But I guarantee you’ll never make it out alive without me |