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The Weakend

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Motion City Soundtrack. Dinosaur Life. The Weakends. Motion City Soundtrack. La vida de dinosaures. El Weakends.
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Quicksand is a code of arms Lose sleep with some liquid fiction Last rites every Friday night While we cool with the lights on High tide tied around

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Original: Driller Killer. Weakend Warrior.

Traducció: Perforador assassí. Weakend Guerrero.

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Yuck. Weakend. Quin fàstic. Weakend.
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i signed up today to take you for a ride i love the weekend it makes my mind survive but i could see some distance i could see some distance in your eyes

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Yuck. Otras Canciones. Weakend. Quin fàstic. Altres Cançons. Weakend.
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: i signed up today to take you for a ride i love the weekend it makes my mind survive but i could see some distance i could see some distance in your

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Attention Span. Faceless People. Weakend Punx. Despistat. Les persones sense rostre. Weakend Punxa.
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You reign supreme on your pedestal Protest music is just your stepping stone And the bastards that buy in are just meek and oppressed You write the rules

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Motion City Soundtrack. My Dinosaur Life. The Weakends. Motion City Soundtrack. La meva dinosaure vida. El Weakends.
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Quicksand is a coat of arms, Looseleaf and some liquid fiction. Last Rites every Friday night, Am I weaker with the lights on? High tide tight around

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Yuck. Weakend. Quin fàstic. Weakend.
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: i signed up today to take you for a ride i love the weekend it makes my mind survive but i could see some distance i could see some distance in your

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The Weakend. This Is For The Understanding That We'll Never Be Understood. El fluix. Això és per a l'enteniment que mai serem entesa.
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: This is the last night I'll be writing you. If apologies mean nothing than neither do these photographs that hang on my wall. So, let's look at our

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The Weakend. You've Got Style Kid. You've Got Style.. El fluix. Tens un estil del nen. Tens un estil..
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: Kiss me mid-sentence and cut me off before I say too much. You and I both know we can't screw this one up. So close your eyelids and slit my throat

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The Weakend. The Night I Set The Sky On Fire. El fluix. La nit em vaig posar el cel On Fire.
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: I'll bite my nails down to the skin as i sketch and plan the artistry, use these wires as tapestry and turn the sky to ash and debris. Step by step

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The Weakend. Mayday! Mayday! (A Day In May). El fluix. Mayday! Mayday! (Un dia de maig).
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: A day in May. Cut the cord and leave the lights out. We'll pull our guns out, take our paces while tripping on laces And your heart races as sweat

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The Weakend. A Social Action Primer. El fluix. Una Guia d'Acció Social.
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: Stick around for a little bit sweet-pea, i've got a story to tell and noone's listening. Even this paper isn't patient enough. This time i'll grab

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The Weakend. A Guiding Light. El fluix. Una llum de guia.
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: Glass will encircle my body As I wrap my indulgence around this tree In a state like this, at a time like this, it's worth the accident In this parallel

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The Weakend. Even Angels Can Fuck Like The Devil. El fluix. Fins i tot els àngels poden follar com El Diable.
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: The snow was falling gently, but she radiated summer, And the winter melted at her feet Her eyes were emerald green, which impeccably matched her frozen

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The Weakend. For The Lovers And Traitors: My Sentiments Exactly. El fluix. Per als amants i traïdors: Els meus sentiments exactament.
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: This is but a figment of your imagination, what you see is what you get. So imagine me guiding your hips, with short breath from lips and my tongue

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The Weakend. Quincy Archer Hates You. El fluix. Arquer Quincy l'odia.
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: This is not a test and i've grown rediculously fond of pissing all my good ideas away. It's like a prostitute, you better walk away. We had big plans

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The Weakend. Diagnosing A Haunted Child. El fluix. El diagnòstic d'un nen encantada.
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: i have come to terms with my existence my pain, my head, my life, my regrets im just human afterall please father don't abandon family you promised

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The Weakend. Werewolves Of Detroit. El fluix. Homes llop de Detroit.
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: Green eyes, Sharp teeth, Have terrorized this town since 1870. Great cries and screams. Soft spots of fur that have fallen like the leaves. You wouldn

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