| Hunter’s moon echoes through your bones
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| Gather wood, claiming kindle stokes and burns
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| There’s something here reborn
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| I can feel the tides creep and slowly turn
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| There’s something here reborn
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| I can feel the tides creep and slowly turn in
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| Why don’t we turn in?
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| Rising breakers we devour
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| With our eyes wake up the others
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| There is something in the water
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| Screaming birds are coasting higher
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| Was it what they burned in fire?
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| She spoke words of higher power
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| Wake your sons, wake up your daughters
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| It’s not safe here: Spectral Hour
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| Rising breakers we devour
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| (Hunter's moon)
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| With our eyes wake up the others
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| (Echoes through your bones)
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| There is something in the water
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| Screaming birds are coasting higher
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| Was it what they burned in fire?
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| (Gather wood)
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| She spoke words of higher power
|
| (Claiming kindle stokes)
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| Wake your sons, wake up your daughters
|
| It’s not safe here: Spectral Hour
|
| There’s something here reborn
|
| I can feel the tides creep and slowly turn
|
| There’s something here reborn
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| I can feel the tides creep and slowly turn in
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| Why don’t we turn in? |