الكلمات الأصلية
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I was born to bend
Beneath the weight
Of my promises
To he who never once was
Who never has been
He never can again
His face is in a bag
He's waiting for me
I was born to fold
My hopes in half
To fill these jars
And I never wanted this
I could never try to go
But there's nowhere left to stay
This well is running drier
I was steeped with awe
My feet were over water
But then they made me swim
I'm screaming at the Moon
Frothing, foaming at the mouth
Oh, I'd kill to go to bed
This well has run dry
