Lirieke:
Thrice The Artist In The Ambulance

Lirieke

Thrice. The Artist In The Ambulance. Under A Killing Moon. Drie maal. Die kunstenaar in die ambulans. Onder 'n Killing Moon.
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The air my lungs first loved Carves craters from my eyes They said, "Breathe deeply son Or be the next to die" Beneath the falling night And heaven's

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Lirieke

Thrice. The Artist In The Ambulance. All That's Left. Drie maal. Die kunstenaar in die ambulans. Al wat oorbly.
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One day the dreamers died within us When all our answers never came We hid the truth beneath our skin but Our shadows never looked the same A ghost is

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Lirieke

Thrice. The Artist In The Ambulance. Blood Clots And Black Holes. Drie maal. Die kunstenaar in die ambulans. Bloedklonte en swart gate.
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Here's your new drug Shoot it in the left eye Feel it on the right side No, it's not love It sets up shop behind your ribcage Building blood clots and

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Lirieke

Thrice. The Artist In The Ambulance. Cold Cash and Colder Hearts. Drie maal. Die kunstenaar in die ambulans. Koue Kontant en Warmer Hearts.
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They are sick, they are poor And they die by the thousands and we look away They are wolves at the door And their not gonna move us, or get in our way

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Lirieke

Thrice. The Artist In The Ambulance. Hoods on Peregrine. Drie maal. Die kunstenaar in die ambulans. Capuchons van Peregrine.
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The blue light spills like oceans We smile and let it in It cures us of our questions Like hoods on peregrine Knowledge locked in a tower Barons will

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Lirieke

Thrice. The Artist In The Ambulance. Melting Point of Wax. Drie maal. Die kunstenaar in die ambulans. Smeltpunt van was.
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I've waited for this moment all my life and more And now I see so clearly what I could not see before The time is now or never and this chance won't come

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Lirieke

Thrice. The Artist In The Ambulance. Silhouette. Drie maal. Die kunstenaar in die ambulans. Silhouette.
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Your eyes followed me here, your eyes seamless and sure They leave me broken and in need of a cure Your eyes followed me here, your eyes sifting my soul

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Lirieke

Thrice. The Artist In The Ambulance. Paper Tigers. Drie maal. Die kunstenaar in die ambulans. Papier Tigers.
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They preach to the choir Always in the permanent daylight They toss paper tigers from their Perfect porcelain skylines Listen for the sound (For the

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Lirieke

Thrice. The Artist In The Ambulance. Stare at the Sun. Drie maal. Die kunstenaar in die ambulans. Staar na die Son.
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I sit here clutching useless lists And keys for doors that don't exist I crack my teeth on pearls I tear into the history Show me what it means to me

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Lirieke

Thrice. The Artist In The Ambulance. The Artist in The Ambulance. Drie maal. Die kunstenaar in die ambulans. Die kunstenaar in die ambulans.
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feel An angel steal me from the greedy jaws of death and chance And pull me in with steady hands they've given me a second chance The artist in the ambulance

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Lirieke

Thrice. The Artist In The Ambulance. Abolition of Man. Drie maal. Die kunstenaar in die ambulans. Afskaffing van die mens.
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Wake up everyone! It's not too late To save the remnants of our hearts So stop giving up our last shot at love Our only chance to find the meaning of

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Lirieke

Thrice. The Artist In The Ambulance. Don't Tell and We Won't Ask. Drie maal. Die kunstenaar in die ambulans. Moenie vertel en Ons vra nie.
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Paint the target, we don't need no evidence Flood the market, we do it all in self defense You're a smart kid, never work without your gloves If you're

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Lirieke

Thrice. The Artist In The Ambulance. Drie maal. Die kunstenaar in die ambulans.
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feel an angel steal me from the greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands they've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance

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Lirieke

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Lirieke

Thrice. If We Could Only See Us Now. The Artist In The Ambulance. Drie maal. As ons net kon sien ons nou. Die kunstenaar in die ambulans.
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feel an angel steal me from the Greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands They've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance

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Lirieke

Thrice. The Artist In The Ambulance. Under A Killing Moon. Drie maal. Die kunstenaar in die ambulans. Onder 'n Killing Moon.
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: The air my lungs first loved carves craters from my eyes they said "breathe deeply son or be the next to die" Beneath the falling night and heaven

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Lirieke

Thrice. The Artist In The Ambulance. Cold Cash And Colder Hearts. Drie maal. Die kunstenaar in die ambulans. Koue Kontant en kouer Hearts.
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: They are sick, they are poor And they die by the thousands and we look away They are wolves at the door They are not going to move us or get in our

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Lirieke

Thrice. The Artist In The Ambulance. Silhouette. Drie maal. Die kunstenaar in die ambulans. Silhouette.
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: Your eyes, followed me here. Your eyes, seamless and sure. They leave me broken and, in need of a cure. Your eyes, followed me here. Your eyes