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Cover art for How High lyrics by John Frusciante

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 outside time 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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