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Fortune Wye Oak

Fortune - Wye Oak
If it is binding
It is finding out
Nothing fills the valley in my chest
Only something I know I'll regret

Or so I figure
And so I find myself
Tugging out the linens on the bed
Leaving no impression where I slept

The truth is always when it's gone it's gone
But I left you a fortune

Even in the full embrace of love
Is it really
Just one

We dream of binding
We dream of finding out
Morning comes and rider rings the hand
As if we are anything but
Powerless

And so I figure
And here I find myself
Born in my condition, I can't tell
If it's proof that I am sick or well
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