We met you through your fortune You're made of high We slipped through the streams of the city We slip your mind 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
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