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- There's a riot
at the prison.

- Call hospital security.

Tell them to send everyone
they've got.

- MRI results
came back on the guy

with a stab wound to the leg.

- The angle of this puncture,
I think it's hesitation marks.

- You think he stabbed himself?

- Where is Dupere now?
- Wyett Dupere escaped.

He took the officer's gun.

- What's going on?
- Hospital's on lockdown.

Nobody in or out.

- Dr. Asher?
Everything OK?

- My water just broke.

-
- OK, that's good.

Long push.
Steady, steady.

- You're doing so great.
- Good.

- Dr. Asher?

- OK, Olivia,
I need you to stop pushing.

- What? What do you mean?
- Why are we stopping?

- The umbilical cord
is prolapsed.

It's below the baby's head,

which means
the cord is compressed,

and it's cutting off oxygen.
- Oh, my God.

- Wait,
he's not getting oxygen?

- OK, if I elevate the
baby's head off of the cord,

we can maintain oxygen flow,
but he needs to come out now.

I have to do a C-section.
- Here?

- You'll be fine.
It's not my first rodeo, OK?

- It's your first rodeo
while in labor yourself.

- Jacob,
you're gonna take my place.

- Wait, what?

- Your hand is going to go
exactly where mine is.

You'll keep upward pressure
on the baby's head,

and you will not let it drop.

- Female anatomy is not
his comfort zone.

- It's really not.

- Your baby needs
to come out now,

and I need my hands
free to operate.

I am also about to have
another contraction,

and I can't risk
my hand slipping.

- OK, I can do this.
- OK.

♪ ♪

- Dr. Asher, are you OK?

- I'm fine.
Early labor.

It's a long time to go.

I've got this.
I promise you.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- This is fun.

You have nothing
to say in response

to my confession of love?

- What do you want from me?
- Oh, no, oh, God, nothing.

I'm so sorry to bother you.
- OK.

Then I'll tell you.

You want to do
whatever you want to do,

whenever you want to do it,
without any thought

or concern for another person.

You want to get angry
when it suits you,

then make light of anything
when it suits you.

You're not even honest
with yourself,

much less another person.

- "I love you too"
would have sufficed.

- Oh, you're infuriating.

- And what about it?

- You just said
you can't pretend

you're not sick anymore,

but you will, and I won't.

I won't pretend with you.
Not anymore.

- I don't respond well to other
people predicting my behavior.

- You don't respond well to
anything you can't control.

- CPD.
Identify yourselves.

- Dr. Mitch Ripley
and Dr. Caitlin Lenox.

- IDs?

Surgeons lounge is clear.
- Copy.

- You're free to resume duties,
but stay on this floor

until the code silver's
been lifted.

- Yeah.

- Dr. Rabari?

- Trust me,
the way he responded

removed any doubt that I had.

- Can you prove it?

- There's a formal diagnosis
floating around somewhere.

- But those records are sealed.

Is there any other way
to prove it?

- Well, ironically, you know,

an fMRI might be able to show
some statistical differences

in people with antisocial
personality disorder,

but, I mean, why do you ask?

- Unless this lockdown
continues into the evening,

the board is going
to meet tonight

to decide whether
you keep your job

or they replace you
with Dr. Rabari.

- Sharon, are you suggesting
that I use

Theo's sociopathy against him

to disqualify him
from the position?

- It's the only card
we have to play, Daniel.

- I don't think
I'm comfortable doing that.

- You had a stroke,

and he did not hesitate
to exploit that.

- Right, it's because there's
a tiny issue of myself

having fought my entire career
against precisely

those kind of stigmas
that plague

precisely those kind
of diagnoses.

I'm not going to do it, Sharon.

Right,
even if it's to save my job,

it would just be
profoundly hypocritical of me.

- This is war.

If we do nothing,
you lose your job.

Gaffney can't afford that,
and, honestly, neither can I.

- Hey, do you know If they
cleared labor and delivery?

- Uh, not yet.

They're sweeping the ICU now
and working their way up.

- Oh. Hannah is transporting
a patient up to L&D,

and she's not answering
my texts.

- When's her due date?
- Two weeks from tomorrow.

- God, it must be hard to
concentrate on anything else.

- It is.

♪ ♪

- Stop.

- You don't want to do this.

- Oh, it's too late for that.

♪ ♪

- What do you want?

- You're going to help me
finish something.

And if you play
your cards right,

I might let you meet
that new baby of yours.

♪ ♪

.

- How's that epidural
working, Olivia?

- I think it's magical.

- OK, Jacob, do not take
your hand off the baby's head

until you feel mine, OK?
- Got it.

- Uterine incision.

OK, stay with me, Olivia.
- Trust me.

You have my full attention.

- I can feel your hand.
- OK, you can let go now.

I've got the baby's head.
OK, here he comes.

OK, there we go.

- Jacob, is he OK?

- He's perfect.

- Oh, Miranda,
I need a word with you

about the board meeting.
- OK.

- I'd like to postpone it.
- Why?

- So Dr. Rabari can submit
to the same battery

of physical tests
that Dr. Charles did,

including fMRI scan.

- On what grounds, Sharon?

- Well, it's the same
as Dr. Charles,

to ensure that he's fit for
the stresses of the position.

- Dr. Rabari didn't
nearly die of a stroke.

- It's about fairness
and transparency, Miranda.

Putting both candidates
on equal footing.

- No.
I'm sorry.

No more delays.

We're going to make
a decision today.

We're moving on.

- You've been pulling
the strings with Dr. Rabari

all along, haven't you?

- Excuse me?

- I asked Dr. Rabari
to fill in temporarily

until Dr. Charles
was well enough to return,

but I think you put
the idea in his head

to make it permanent
by appealing to his ambition.

-
Be careful.

Sharon, you are making some
baseless accusations here.

- Yes.

I'll see you at the meeting.

-

- They're just in here.

- Olivia, how are you feeling?

- Like I just got run over
by a Mack truck.

Ryan, meet your son.

- Harrison.

- Harrison Meade-Taylor.

♪ ♪

- Hi there, baby boy.

- It's perfect.

Little Harry.

- How far apart
are your contractions?

- 5 to 7 minutes.

- How the hell are you
still standing?

- I'm fine.

- Emily, can you get
a wheelchair for Dr. Asher

and tell them to prep
another labor room, please?

Thank you.

You ready to do this, chat?

- Well, years of experience
has taught me that

I don't have a choice
in the matter.

- That's very true.
- OK.

- Let's do it.

- We gave him Ativan.

The lockdown
had him really wound up.

- Can you print
his discharge paperwork?

- Yeah.

- I've got good news,
Mr. Walker.

Hey, your test results
came back all clear.

You can go home.

Stop.

♪ ♪

- Hey, hey!
-

- I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.

You OK?
- What the hell just happened?

Do I need to call security?
- I thought you were Dupere.

I thought you were
trying to kill me.

.

- Does John know what happened?
- No, I didn't call him.

He's got enough to worry
about with his dad.

- Yeah, careful.

Men get whiny when
you don't lean on them.

They are so emotional.

You have any trouble
swallowing?

- No, just sore.

- OK, no trouble breathing,
spots in your vision,

ringing in your ears?
- Nope, I'm good.

- OK.

- Rumor has it that
you coldcocked him?

- That's true.

- I hope it hurt.

Everything's normal.

You're good to go.
- Thanks.

- So Jason thought that
you were Wyett Dupere?

- Yeah, and that
I was going to kill him.

- Huh, why would Wyett
target Jason specifically?

- Revenge, I guess?

The riot started because
Jason attacked Maxwell.

Jason says that Maxwell had
a shiv, but a lot of inmates

are saying that
it was unprovoked.

- You believe him?

- I don't think he's lying.

- Pupil 6 millimeters,
fixed and dilated.

- He's brain dead?

- No, cerebral edema
doesn't typically

improve in the direction
of miracles,

but stranger things
have happened.

Do another clinical exam
followed by an apnea test

in about an hour.
Let me know the results.

- Isaac was scheduled to move
to a minimum security prison

next week.
Talk about bad timing.

- In my experience, life is
all about timing, Dr. Ripley.

The scary part is how little
control we have over it.

- Paging Dr. Archer
to labor and delivery.

Paging Dr. Archer
to labor and delivery.

- Must be Hannah.
- Big day.

- Oh, Dr. Charles,
a patient is asking you

to drop by the psych unit.
They said it's not urgent.

- You got a name?
- Uh, Scott Baird.

- Inpatient or out?
- In.

- Huh, don't know who that is.

But I'll see if I can
find time to stop by.

- It's so hard to see him
like this.

Last night, the doctor did
a bedside ultrasound and--

- His pleural effusions
are getting larger.

- Yeah.
-

- Mom.

- I'm fine.
- You're not.

- He's slipping away so fast.

♪ ♪

- Mom, hey,
you're tired, all right?

Let me take over for the day.
Just go home, get some rest.

- James?

What's happening?
- Hey, we need help in here.

Help.
It's OK.

It's all right.

I need an 18 gauge needle
and a syringe.

Do you understand me?
- Excuse me?

- Move.

♪ ♪

- What do you think
you're doing?

- Move.

Hey, Dad, it's all right.
I got you.

I got you, OK?

Nice and easy, it's OK.

It's all right.
Breathe, Dad, breathe.

- James.

- All right.

♪ ♪

It's all right.

♪ ♪

- Jason, how you doing?
I'm Dr. Charles.

You, uh, got a minute?
- Yeah, yeah.

Is Dr. Howard OK?

I swear,
I didn't mean to hurt her.

- A little shaken up,
but she's fine.

-
Good.

Yeah, I think I was just like,
a little wound up

from the whole crazy
riot situation.

- Oh, come on, I'd just be
walking around with,

I don't know, pretty
elevated baseline level

of, you know, fear.

- I mean, I wouldn't say that,
but just maybe

don't sneak up
on a prison guard.

- Right, right.

So, um...

are you familiar with
the term affective realism?

You ever heard that?
- No.

- Fancy term,

but it's the idea that
our emotions can shape

our perception of reality,
right?

More specifically, that we
can come to learn to interpret

the world through
the lens of our experience

and our feelings, as opposed
to objective reality.

All right?
I mean, in your case,

the possibility
that maybe these threats

that you experience are
just not actually always there.

- I really believed
Maxwell had a shiv.

- I know you did.

- It wasn't there, was it?

And all these people
that got hurt in the riot,

that's on me.

And if Maxwell dies,

how do I live with myself?

- Dr. Howard just told me

Maxwell is going to make
a full recovery.

- Really?
- Yep.

But now I want you
to look at me, OK?

'Cause I'm going to tell you
three really important facts.

One, you're not a bad person.

Two, there is a tremendous
amount of help out there.

Three, you don't seek it out,

it's just going to
keep on happening, buddy.

- I just don't want
to hurt anyone else.

- I know you don't.

- OK, what's my BP?
- 130 over 84.

- It's elevated.
- Barely.

You're coming down
from a contraction.

- Maybe we should place
an A line?

- There's no need.

- That way,
we can monitor it beat by beat.

- Hey, hot tip,
don't try to be the doctor

and the patient
at the same time.

- OK, Vera, my mom died
giving birth to me.

- I didn't know that.
I'm sorry.

- Aortic stenosis.
There's a family history, so...

- Have you ever had an echo
that showed stenosis?

- No.

- And your cardiac workup
since pregnancy?

- All normal, but--

- But fear doesn't care
about normal test results.

I get it.
-

Thanks.

- Hannah, I'm not going to let
anything bad happen to you, OK?

I'm too amazing to fail.

I'm going to make sure
this is the most boring,

uneventful snoozefest
of delivery

you've ever seen, OK?

I'm going to need you
to trust me.

Can you do that?

- Yeah, yeah, I can do that.

Dean?
- Sorry, it's just me.

Dr. Archer never came up
after the PA announcement?

- No,
and his phone's turned off.

- Well, I'm sure he was just
pulled into another surgery.

Trauma has been slammed.
- Yeah, that makes sense.

- Well, you know,
my Tara wouldn't wait

for my maternity leave
to start either.

So you just focus on getting
this little girl out safely.

OK?
- I will.

- Jacobson, find out
where Dr. Archer

last swiped his badge.
His phone's off,

and no one's seen him
in over an hour.

Call me the second
you get eyes on him.

.

- Dr. Archer's last badge scan
was the surgical locker room.

- How long ago was that?
- Over two hours.

-
Chicago PD.

If anyone's inside,
make yourself known.

Chicago PD, announce yourself.

♪ ♪

- Go, go, go.
- Clear left.

- Clear right.
- Bathroom's clear.

But, Ms. Goodwin, there's
something here you should see.

♪ ♪

- He would never leave these.

- Scott.

I'm Dr. Charles,
you said you wanted to see me?

- Yeah, yeah, um, wow.

It's just so nice
to finally meet you.

- We met before, have we? Um...
-

Kind of--
not in-person,

and you know me
by a different name,

but maybe
you recognize my voice.

We had a pretty intense
conversation,

like, a month ago.
I'll never forget it.

- Gio.

-
That's me.

♪ ♪

- It's really good to meet you.

♪ ♪

- I'm sorry.
- It's all right.

- I thought, um, you know?

- I know.
- Oh, Jesus.

What are you doing here
in inpatient?

- Well, I came looking for you
the day after we talked,

but then you were in surgery.

- But how'd you find me?
You only knew my first name.

- Google.
- Of course.

- The first guy I talked to
was a Dr. Theo Rabari.

And I gotta tell you,
he's been great.

- Really?

- He's not much of a talker
in our sessions,

but, you know, he listens.

- Wow.
Well, OK.

I don't know what to say,
except for

you're just
a very different guy

than the guy that I talked to
on the phone.

- I want to remind you,

the reason I thought
I was coming to the hospital

was so I could thank you
for saving my life.

- Uh-uh, you did that.

Don't ever forget that.
You called me.

-

♪ ♪

- OK, what have we got?
- Leo Gilbert, 21.

A bullet grazed his skull in a
line straight along his scalp,

hitting his temporal artery.
- So sick.

- Oh.

Leo put an apple on his head
at a college rager,

let his girlfriend
try to shoot it off.

- Hell of a party trick.

- That's still a thing?

- Yeah, well,
everything old is new again.

- I'm feeling no pain.

- Blood alcohol was
three times the legal limit.

- Well, that tracks.
- Heart rate's rising, 135.

- Yeah, I almost got
the bleeding controlled.

Done.
- Megan makes me feel so alive.

- You almost died.

- OK, BP's dropping,
94 over 59.

- OK, he's lost a lot of blood.

Let's get two bags of O-neg
for a rapid transfusion.

- And go ahead and give
two grams of TXA.

- Yeah, on it.

- Leo needs to get himself
a new girlfriend

before this one kills him, huh?

- Dr. Lenox,
your brother is here.

- Go.
I got this.

- You can't steal Doris's food.

- Hey, I was stuck
in the parking lot

for the last two hours,
waiting for the lockdown

to end.
- And why are you here?

- Well, I saw the prison riot
on the news,

and I was worried about you.

- Uh-huh, or you were hungry.

- Wow, sorry for caring,

but you're the only family
that I have left.

What?
Spill it.

- I lied to you last year.

- That's it?

I thought it was going to be
more serious than that.

Uh, I lied to you
last year too.

Definitely more than once.

- About my GSS Prion test.

It was positive.

- That's not funny, Caty.

- Kip.

♪ ♪

- No, just--

- I didn't want you to worry.

♪ ♪

- Whoa.
- Hey, hey!

- No, it's OK, it's OK.
He's my brother.

- Just get away from me.
- Stop, stop.

♪ ♪

- I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

-

♪ ♪

- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
what's going on here?

- Mitch, Mitch, Mitch,
just do as he says.

♪ ♪

.

- Listen, whatever harm you
intend to do to this young man,

I'm telling you,
there is no point.

- Well, you need
to shut your mouth

before I lose patience
with you.

You need to wake him up.

- I can't.
- Why not?

- Isaac was brought in
and developed

a devastating head injury.

Once the blood around
his brain was evacuated,

we discovered
he had an aneurysm

which had started to bleed,

but his brain was too swollen
to fix it during that surgery.

- No, I just saw him downstairs
when they brought me in.

This smart ass
was making jokes.

- Brain swelling often
occurs after surgery.

- Wake him up so I can
get him out of here.

- That's our point.
Isaac isn't waking up.

And he's been off sedation
for some time.

That's why I'm in the middle
of doing an apnea test.

- What is that?

- It's how we confirm
brain death.

We disconnect the ventilator.
We watch for breathing.

If the patient is unable
to breathe on their own

within ten minutes,
confirms he's dead.

- And how long has it been?

- Nine minutes.
- Get back.

Isaac, it's me.

You gotta breathe, man.

All right,
we gotta get out of here,

so we can live the life
we said we were

going to live when we escaped.

Isaac, this is our chance.

My sister,
she's got an old Honda Accord.

It's just sitting
in the garage.

It's been there for 20 years.
Nobody even knows it's there.

We can take it
and drive it into the woods.

You always bragged about
being an Eagle Scout.

This is our chance
to live off the grid.

Huh?
Nobody will find us.

Isaac?

How long has it been?

♪ ♪

- 11 minutes.

- So he's um...

- We'll need to do
a blood gas to confirm,

but it looks that way, yes.

♪ ♪

-

♪ ♪

The only good thing--
No!

- Get down.
- Get behind his back.

♪ ♪

- That's it.

♪ ♪

- So I assume you are dropping
the bomb at the board meeting.

- Bomb?
What bomb?

What bomb are you
talking about, Theo?

- Where you threatened
to expose my sociopathy

unless I agree to go quietly?

- Disclosing private
health information?

That's a pretty glaring
HIPAA violation, isn't it?

- Well, sure it is.

But sensitive information has
a way of leaking anonymously.

What other choice do you have?

- No, Theo,
I will not be doing that.

OK, Forget HIPAA,

it would violate
pretty much everything

I've stood for
my entire career, OK?

And not to mention
destroy yours.

- So, wait, you're--

you're backing down?
-

Theo, I built this department
from the ground up.

OK, I did.
Me.

It's my life's work.

So hell no, I won't be
backing down from anything.

♪ ♪

- I'm here.
- Dean?

- Hallelujah,
baby daddy finally showed.

- Where were you?
- Held up.

- Well, you better have
been in mortal peril.

-
- Wait.

Were you in mortal peril?
- Funny story for later.

- What?
- You ready to push, girl?

- OK.

-
Celeste?

Celeste.

- Hey, Dad,

I, uh--

I sent mom home
to get some rest,

but she'll be back soon, OK?

- You came.

- Yeah, I'm here now, Dad.

- Forgive me.

- I do.

I forgive you.

♪ ♪

-

- Hey.

-

- It's all right.
It's OK.

- She's crowning.
I can see the head.

- Ah, finally.

- OK, Hannah,
I need you to focus.

OK, look at me.

You need to give me
one more big push, OK?

You got this.
- Screw you, Vera!

Screw you.

- Don't hate the OB.
Hate the game.

- OK, OK.

- Can you still hear me, Dad?

- Short.

It's so short.

- I know.

I just want you to know

that it's OK to let go,
all right?

You don't have
to fight anymore.

♪ ♪

You're OK.

You're OK.

♪ ♪

-

- All right, this is it.
Here she comes.

Here she comes.

- There we go.

- Is she OK?
- Oh, Hannah.

She's beautiful.
She's beautiful.

- Oh.
- Congratulations, Mom.

You have a baby girl.

Wow, listen to the pipes
on her, man.

- Oh, well, hello there, Mabel.

- Mabel?
Who's that after?

- It's not after anyone.

She just looks like a Mabel.

- Welcome to the world, Mabel.

- Welcome to the world.

♪ ♪

.

- You wouldn't happen to
have an extra airsickness bag

on you, would you?
- Relax, Danny.

We got this.

What's going on?

Where's the board?
- The meeting's been canceled.

- Until when?
- Permanently.

- I don't understand.
Why?

- Dr. Rabari has elected
to remove himself

from consideration.

So I would like
Dr. Charles to reassume

his position as Gaffney's
Chief of Psychiatry,

effective immediately.

- Did Dr. Rabari give
any reason for his decision?

- It was personal,
and I supported him.

It's probably
for the best though.

We need to maintain
consistency at the top

in light of the impending
high profile turnover.

- What impending
high profile turnover?

- Ms. Goodwin
is leaving Gaffney.

-
Excuse me?

- You leaked Dr. Rabari's
personal medical files to me.

- Oh, Miranda, you don't know
what you're talking about.

You can't fire me without
the board's approval.

- I'm giving you
the opportunity

to avoid the very public
embarrassment of disclosing

your actions to the board
and the inevitable

vote to terminate you.

- Wow.

- I want your resignation
on my desk within an hour.

- You know, Miranda,
I don't frighten easy,

but if you want a fight,
you got one.

I promise you that.

- One hour.

-
I'll be damned.

- Sharon, please tell me
you did not leak

Theo's files to save my job.

- Daniel, you know me
better than anybody,

but right now,
the less I say, the better.

♪ ♪

- What happened with Kip?

I heard you had a huge blow up.

- Yeah, I finally told him.

- I see.
- Mm-hmm.

It's time to settle up in the
honesty department, I guess.

But it's easier to be
the sick person.

That's what my brother
taught me today.

- Are you OK?

-
No.

And speaking of honesty,

I would like to offer you
a guilt-free breakup,

um, just clean, no drama.

- Well, I reject your offer.

- I'm going to die, Mitch.

- Yeah, sometime in
the next 20 years.

Anyone could.

- I'm not going to ask you
to run out the clock

with me and--
and take care of me.

It's not fair to you.

♪ ♪

- I would rather have
one more day

with you than a lifetime
with someone else.

- Did you read that in a book
of love poems or something?

-

No, I just say what I mean,

and I can't pretend
I'm not in love with you.

- God, you're just,
ugh, so corny.

It makes it really easy
to not cry.

- Liar.

- Theo.

Hey, look,
it's really important to me

that you understand that
I had absolutely nothing

to do with leaking your file.
OK?

- I know that, Dan.

And not for nothing,
I want you to know

that I did not twist
your fMRI results.

I was asked to look at them.

And in no uncertain terms,
I told them

that they were inconclusive,

which is often the case with
this technology at this stage.

- Well, I appreciate you
telling me that.

I do, but I'm just curious,

why didn't you ever tell me
about Gio--

I mean, Scott?

- Honestly,
I just wanted to prove

to myself that I could do the
talk therapy aspect of the job.

Halfway through
our first session,

I realized I was
in over my head with Scott.

I didn't know what to say,

so I said very little.

- Yeah, but you listened.

I mean, he told me
how important that was to him.

- I hope that's true.

Dan, I'm going to be OK.

- I keep thinking
she's going to conk out,

but she just wants to take in
everything around her.

- Well, whatever Mabel wants,
Mabel gets.

- OK, horrible
parenting strategy.

- That's one I will
never apologize for.

- Here we are
with our daughter.

Who would have
ever imagined that?

- It's hard to believe.
Yeah.

- It's huge.
- It's huge.

Wait a second.

Why does it surprise you?

- Well, I've delivered
countless babies,

and it's not to say
that all of them

aren't life changing
or special experiences, but--

- This one's yours.

- Yeah.
- It changes everything.

- Hey, what was it
you wanted to tell me earlier?

- Ah, it can wait.

- There's no time
like the present.

- I love you, Hannah.

And I have for a long time

before our girl,

before the Crunch Berries,
long before.

And I wish I could
pinpoint a moment,

but if I'm being honest,
it wasn't just one moment.

It was...

thousands of moments,

which revealed to me
what I feel for you...

What I've always felt.

- Look, I, um--

my brain had already
hit maximum overload,

just the pregnancy and work,
the nightmares,

just my general
overall anxiety.

I--

I couldn't really process it.

But thank you
for telling me now.

- Listen, you know,

I don't expect anything
from you,

so...

♪ ♪

- ♪ When I die,
will I miss living? ♪

♪ Will my body
lie there jealous? ♪

♪ While flowers bloom
above my bones ♪

♪ And spring begins to sing ♪

♪ When I die,
will I miss dancing? ♪

♪ Will my soul
look on with envy? ♪

♪ While June recites
its shortest night ♪

♪ And summer's in full swing ♪

- James.

- ♪ All those things ♪

♪ Every day brings
that passes by headlong ♪

♪ When I die,
will I miss living? ♪

- You know, Mom,

I used to think
that I didn't love him.

- ♪ When I die,
will I miss trouble? ♪

- I didn't think I could love
either of you anymore,

but...

you know,
the truth is, I...

I never stopped, Mom.

- ♪ When I die,
will I miss the Mondays? ♪

♪ Will I long for one more ♪

- Oh.

- ♪ Or the morning rush
to catch the bus ♪

♪ I did a thousand times ♪

♪ Working nights,
red traffic lights ♪

♪ Those weeks
that felt so long ♪

♪ When I die,
will I miss living ♪

♪ When I'm gone? ♪

Hey!

♪ When I'm, when I'm gone ♪

♪ ♪

♪ When I'm gone ♪