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Quicksand is a of arms
Lose with some liquid fiction
Last rites every Friday
While we cool with the on

High tide tied around the
The same song bleeding
What me so different?
The insides work the

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

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

all around the world
Bright and some heavy breathing
and the dagger's kiss
Just a of a feeling

Hands pressed up against the
Holding out for the big
Laxed lungs never looked so
It's a trunk all the way

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

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

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

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