In the northeast the race remains too close to call/they called their daughters/they called their sons/still they saw no signs of them at all/They echoed their mothers/they echoed their fathers/with a belly full of blood/who knows how many faces that are lost in the tide that's come and gone/water has soaked our skin/saturated in what's familiar/I've seen the ocean, I've seen it/if the focus is off You/then we're already somewhere else/then we're already nowhere/I see you trying to stir the clouds/twice held a seven/I see them coming/I am a demon fighter and a Spirit finder.

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