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For Captain Roger Finley and all EMT people everywhere; thanks for the help. |
| My yellow car, my friends and theirs Lined in front of the fence. We're going for a ride. God's heavy hand Falling, grasping; I know this place. My yellow car, my friends in theirs Lined in front of the fence, Waiting for a ride. Surface for air breathe, relax; Gods heavy hand, pulling. My friends Lined in front of the fence, Watching me. Thrashing, screaming, sinking, God's heavy hand drags me down. Where's my car? Where's my friends? Where's my fence? I know this place. God's heavy hand Ragdolls me. I'm not going Not down there Where's my car? God's heavy hand Shaking me, Squeezing me. Eat this; They're on their way. Hang on! God's heavy hand lifting me up. Not yet, not this time! I'm shaky and cold. My bed is wet. Hello Roger. |