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i can live with god and with suicide the same thing holds if i close my eyes it's a truth so pure it can kill you dead a taste of heaven mixed with hell inside of my head if a three-four cord can ignite a flame and a girl like you can forget my name then i'm that far gone in this crooked grave with a pistol for my creature and a feather for my day when i do go down in a rain of toil with a hand in my satchel and my knees in the soil i can live with god and with suicide a lover in her calico, a pony stands at her side i can live with god and with suicide the same thing holds if i close my eyes it's a truth so pure it can kill you dead a taste of heaven mixed with hell inside of my head From Letras Mania