[Verse 1]
I'll not contain you
I won't look for you in my room
[Verse 2]
Through lengthy talks I'll not contain you
Through climbing arms I'll reach my loft
Through rotting skin I'll leave my coffin
Through calloused work I will grow soft
[Verse 3]
My eyes narrow on a light
A blurry place where we hotly radiate
Things are not concrete there and we fastly glide
[Outro]
To get there, to get there
To get there I'll not contain you
I'll not contain you
To get there I'll not contain you
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