Cigarettes & Saints

The Wonder Years

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    Twice a week
    I pass by the church that held your funeral
    And the pastor's words come pouring down like rain
    How he called you a sinner
    And said now you walk with Jesus
    So the drugs that took your life
    Aren't gonna cause you any pain

    I don't think he even knew your name
    And I refused to kneel or pray
    I won't remember you that way
    I lit you a candle in every cathedral across europe
    I hope you know you're still my patron saint

    I tried to forgive but I can't forget
    The cigar in his fist
    I know that they were heartsick
    But I need someone to blame
    And I know how they blame me
    I know what you'd say
    You'd tell me it was your fault
    I should put all my arrows away

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    I'm sure there ain't a heaven
    But that don't mean I don't like to picture you there
    I'll bet you're bumming cigarettes off saints
    I'm sure you're still singing
    But I'll bet that you're still just a bit out of key
    With that crooked smile pushing words across your teeth

    Cause you were heat lightning
    Yeah you were a storm that never rolled in
    You were the northern lights in a southern town
    A caustic fleeting thing
    I'll bury your memories in the garden
    I'll watch them grow with the flowers in the spring
    I'll keep you with me

    These wolves in their suits and ties
    Saying, “kid you can trust me”
    Charming southern drawl, sunken eyes
    Buying good will in hotel lobbies
    They got fistfuls of pills
    To make sure you don't hurt no more
    You don't gotta feel anything
    Got their fangs in our veins
    Got their voice in our heads
    Got our arms in their grips
    No, we can't shake free

    This God damn machine; hungry and heartless
    My whole generation got lost in the margin
    We put our faith in you. You turned a profit
    Now we're drowning here under your waves
    (We're no saviors if we can't save our brothers)
    Drowning held under your waves
    (We're no saviors if we can't save our brothers)
    Drowning here. Drowning here
    You can't have my friends
    You can't have my brothers
    You can't have my friends
    You can't have my brothers
    You can't have my friends
    You can't have my brothers
    You can't have me. No, you can't have me

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    Composición: Dan Campbell

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