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Letras:Jackyl. Cut The Crap. God Strike Me Dead.

As I sit here grinning like a mule eating briar's
Well it occurs to me that I lost something that was part of me
And it fills this empty house with a feeling
A feeling of even greater emptiness

God strike me dead if I'm never gonna see
My soul comes together again
My lifeline's stretched and now it's thin
Please God strike me dead if I'm never gonna see
My soul come together again

And it's getting purt' near the point
Of feeling pretty numb
As I start to think of all the things
That I wish that I could change and then some

And the numbness turns into pain
Underneath there shows a stain
I try my best to try and hide the things
That eat me up inside

God strike me dead if I'm never gonna see
My soul come together again
My lifeline's stretched and now it's thin
Please God strike me dead if I'm never gonna see
My soul come together again

And I know more every day
Just exactly how it came to be this way
One more chance I'd feel it, one more chance I'd steal it
One chance to do it again, again

God strike me dead if I'm never gonna see
My soul come together again
My lifeline's stretched and now it's thin
Please God strike me dead if I'm never gonna see
My soul come together again, oh

God strike me dead
God strike me dead
God strike me dead