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

High tide around the neck
The song everybody's bleeding
makes me so different?
The insides the same

You ever fear the dark impressions of your
The slightest gravestone whisper the of your heart
I feel it dark, a fever inching deeper
A fever to the core

I'll 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 send the weekends down the drain, down the

Shorelines all the world
Bright and some heavy breathing
Lipstick and the kiss
Just a of a feeling

pressed up against the chest
Holding out for the big
Laxed lungs never so good
It's a show all the way

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

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

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

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