We met you through your fortune
You're made of high
We slipped through the streams of the city
We slip your mind
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How high, how high?
Past life
How high, how high?
Leave your body

You leave the past in a field
When your odds are timed
When you stand in a plane
This ground does rise

How high, how high?
Past life
How high, how high?
Leave your body