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Wye Oak

Oh recourse,
Our nature is a force
So, cut it at the source and go,
A life without remorse

I'll obey,
Though I am afraid of what it is to be alone
Awake,
And happiest at play

I'm all smiles,
Confident and wild,
Wired with every instrument
Control
And careless all the while

Until I recall,
Everything and all is wrong
Panic is a slow dissolve,
A terror quiet calm