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Quicksand is a code of
Lose sleep some liquid fiction
Last every Friday night
we cool with the lights on

High tied around the neck
The song everybody's bleeding
What me so different?
The insides work the

You ever fear the impressions of your future?
The slightest whisper the stillness of your heart
I feel it growing dark, a fever deeper
A fever to the core

I'll kick tomorrow, back at the pouring rain
I'll send the down the drain, down the drain
I'll kick tomorrow, fight at the pouring rain
send the weekends down the drain, down the drain

Shorelines all around the
lights and some heavy breathing
Lipstick and the dagger's
a figment of a feeling

Hands pressed up the chest
Holding out for the big
Laxed lungs never looked so
a trunk show all the way

As go crashing by I think of all I've pondered
So many minutes squandered, so many things
I'll try to out how many lives I've wasted
Waiting for the perfect time to

kick tomorrow, fight back at the pouring rain
I'll send the weekends the drain, down the drain
I'll kick tomorrow, fight back at the pouring
I'll the weekends down the drain, down the drain

I'll kick tomorrow, I'll the weekends
kick tomorrow, I'll send the weekends
I'll kick tomorrow, I'll the weekends
kick tomorrow, I'll send the weekends

I'll tomorrow, fight back at the pouring rain
I'll send the weekends down the drain, the drain
I'll kick tomorrow, back at the pouring rain
I'll the weekends down the drain, down the drain