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The weekend drives A moment of weakness is survived I'm tired of talking to angels before i sleep They've done nothing but take time from me I can only count the block backwards sixty clicks a silence so deep I feel the echos biting at my feet Chipping the structures I've built so deep Yet until nothing is left Until I've used up all my best Against the waves I pull Yet until nothing is left I am survived
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC
Survived
The weekend drives A moment of weakness is survived I'm tired of talking to angels before i sleep They've done nothing but take time from me I can only count the block backwards sixty clicks a silence so deep I feel the echos biting at my feet Chipping the structures I've built so deep Yet until nothing is left Until I've used up all my best Against the waves I pull Yet until nothing is left I am survived
travis-cunniff
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC
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