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

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

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

I'll kick tomorrow, fight back at the pouring
send the weekends down 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 lights and heavy breathing
Lipstick and the kiss
a figment of a feeling

Hands pressed up the chest
Holding out for the big
Laxed never looked so good
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 figure out how many I've wasted
Waiting for the perfect time to

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

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

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