And left like a dream
Like a suicide hotline
She heard all his screams
She drove to him on the highway
Her lights on full-beam
A gamble in the darkness
That paid off, it seems
A kiss on the couch
From a modern-day saint
She gave his worn soul
A new lick of paint
A stab in the dark
And a jolt to the heart
A new fucking chapter
A hell of a start
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