Quicksand is a coat of arms,
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Looseleaf and some liquid fiction.
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Last Rites every Friday night,
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Am I weaker with the lights on?
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High tide tight around the neck,
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The same song everybody's bleeding.
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What makes me so different?
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The insides work the same.
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You ever fear the dark impressions of your future?
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The slightest gravestone whisper?
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The stillness of your heart?
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I feel it growing dark.
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A fever inching deeper,
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A fever inching to the core.
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I'll kick tomorrow,
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Fight back at the pouring rain.
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I'll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain.
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I'll kick tomorrow,
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Fight back at the pouring rain.
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I'll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain.
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Shorelines all around the world,
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Bright lights and some heavy breathing.
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Lipstick and the dagger's kiss-
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Just a figment of a feeling.
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Hands pressed up against the chest,
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Holding out for the big connection.
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Last lunge never looked so good,
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It's a junk show all the way.
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As years go crashing by,
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I think of all I've pondered,
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So many minutes squandered,
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So many things undone.
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I've tried to figure out
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How many lives I've wasted waiting for the perfect time to start.
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I'll kick tomorrow,
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Fight back at the pouring rain.
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I'll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain.
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I'll kick tomorrow,
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Fight back at the pouring rain.
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I'll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain.
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I'll kick tomorrow...
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I'll send the weak ends...
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I'll kick tomorrow...
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I'll send the weak ends...
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I'll kick tomorrow...
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I'll send the weak ends...
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I'll kick tomorrow... (fight back at the pouring rain)
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I'll send the weak ends... (fight back at the pouring rain)
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I'll kick tomorrow,
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Fight back at the pouring rain.
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I'll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain.
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I'll kick tomorrow,
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Fight back at the pouring rain.
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I'll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain.
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The Weakends
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| Motion City Soundtrack |
