| If I could bottle me some of that red sunset I’ve seen across the bay
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| I’d lie around and drink that bottle dry
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| If they could roll it up in a cigarette I could smoke the stuff all day
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| 'Til they do I’m stickin' to my natural high
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| If I could steal the soul of those gospel songs I heard when I was young
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| I’d live a life of crime until I die
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| But it’s for the savin' the soul of a thief like me that all those songs are
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| sung
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| And I’m happy livin' on my natural high
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| I get high with the sunrise in the mornin' as a rule
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| I get high when I hear my children comin' home from school
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| But most of all I get high at night when I’m lyin' side by side with the girl
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| who keeps me on my natural high
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| Let’s hear the guitar
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| I get high with the sunrise in the mornin' as a rule
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| I get high when I hear my children comin' home from school
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| If all of the women and all of the bars in the whole world could be mine I’d
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| turn my heart away and walk on by
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| 'Cause I left the booze and the big cigars and the all night coffee line for
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| the girl who keeps me on my natural high
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| I love the girl who keeps me on my natural high
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| I love the girl who keeps me on my natural high |