Changing Contours

Looking out and seeing the contours
Voice was high but now it's another
I reach out and see it again
And know it's finally changing contours

And when I'm being, I am free
New perspective seeing

Now I'm breathing all I see
New shapes exist in me

I want to be all the contours
That died seeing and all the others
Inside of me and breathe in what I'm seeing
Now I'm listening coolly, yeah, yeah

I want to be all the contours
That died seeing and all the others
Inside of me and breathe in what I'm seeing
Now I'm listening coolly, yeah, yeah

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