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

High tide around the neck
The same song bleeding
What makes me so
The insides the same

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

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

Shorelines all the world
Bright lights and heavy breathing
Lipstick and the dagger's
Just a of a feeling

Hands pressed up against the
out for the big connection
Laxed lungs 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 things undone
I'll try to figure out how lives I've wasted
Waiting for the time to start

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

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

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