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Quicksand is a code of
Lose sleep with some liquid
Last rites Friday night
While we with the lights on

High tide around the neck
The same song everybody's
What me so different?
The work the same

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

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

Shorelines all around the
Bright lights and some heavy
and the dagger's kiss
Just a figment of a

Hands up against the chest
out for the big connection
Laxed never looked so good
It's a show all the way

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

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

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

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