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

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

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

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

Shorelines all the world
Bright lights and heavy breathing
Lipstick and the dagger's
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 years go crashing by I think of all I've
So many minutes squandered, so many undone
try to figure out how many lives I've wasted
Waiting for the perfect to start

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

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

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