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Texty: The Cult. Naturally High.

You're a righteous child
Got a tear tattooed on your face
Yeah, sometimes you drink too much
Well, hey, that's okay

Don't you know the truth is killing you?
Ain't it strange all the things in your life
Hey, that you're going through?

Some of my friends, they died real young
(Oh, yes, they did, yes, they did, yes, they did, yes)
They never got to fly to the heart of the sun, no, they didn't
(No, they didn't, no, they didn't)

Well, there's one thing in my life that I love
Naturally high, naturally high, naturally high
In the kingdom of your love

A little bit of grease on my halo
Like some holy dharma bum, hey
[Incomprehensible]
I'm drunk on, I'm drunk on truth, and truth, and truth
This time it's not for fun, it's for real

Some of my friends, they died real young
(Yes, they did, yes, they did, yes, they did)
Never got to fly as high as the sun
(No they didn't, no, they didn't, no, they didn't)

There's one thing in my life that I love
Naturally high, naturally high, naturally high
(Naturally high)
In the kingdom of your love

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