| Waiting for the ambulance to come
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| Hoping that it doesn’t come too late
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| Hearing the sirens in the distance
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| Hold on, help is on the way
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| Mr. Ambulance Driver
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| I’m right here beside her
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| And though I live, somehow I’ve found
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| Mr. Ambulance Driver
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| I’m not a real survivor
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| Wishing that I was the one that wasn’t gonna be here anymore
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| The one that isn’t here anymore
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| The one that isn’t here anymore
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| Oh, we can’t trade places
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| Our lives are strangely our own
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| Mr. Ambulance Driver, tell me
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| For everyone that dies, someone new is born
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| Mr. Ambulance Driver
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| I’m right here beside her
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| And though I live, somehow I’ve found
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| Mr. Ambulance Driver
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| I’m not a real survivor
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| Wishing that I was the one that wasn’t gonna be here anymore
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| The one that isn’t here anymore
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| The one that isn’t here anymore
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| (More sirens, indecipherable radio chatter)
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| Mr. Ambulance Driver
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| I’m right here beside her
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| And though I live, somehow I’ve found
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| Mr. Ambulance Driver
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| I’m not a real survivor
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| Wishing that I was the one that wasn’t gonna be here anymore
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| The one that isn’t here anymore
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| The one that isn’t here anymore
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| Mr. Ambulance Driver |