الكلمات الأصلية
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There is an anger comes off this girl
That she can't find an origin
The things I plant won't grow
Yet the wild weeds flower in wind and snow
Nothing to be nothing to prove
Nowhere to go nothing to lose
When will my season come
Was I born of infertile soil
Is my seed without song
Can I not see the woods for these forests in my head
Can I not see the sunlight as I play dead?
Nothing to be nothing to prove
