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Demons

dry the river

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Demons You are the string in my bow. Biblical Mary to Joe. The North isn’t true ‘til it’s leading me to you. You are the way that I know. Under the weight of belief You shiver and shake like a leaf. But death is a force, not a man on a horse: I’ll keep you safe while you sleep. We fight those demons day in and day out, Day in and day out, day in and day out