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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
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