| Twice a week I pass by the church that held your funeral
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| And the pastor’s words come pouring down like rain
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| How he called you a sinner and said now you walk with Jesus
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| So the drugs that took your life aren’t gonna cause you any pain
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| I don’t think he even knew your name
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| And I refuse to kneel and pray
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| I won’t remember you that way
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| I lit you a candle in every cathedral across Europe
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| And I hope you know you’re still my patron saint
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| I tried to forgive, but I can’t forget the cigar in his fist
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| I know that they were heartsick, but I need someone to blame
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| And I know how they blamed me
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| I know what you’d say
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| You’d tell me it was your fault
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| I should put all my arrows away
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| I’m sure there ain’t a heaven
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| But that don’t mean I don’t like to picture you there
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| I’ll bet you’re bumming cigarettes off saints
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| And I’m sure you’re still singing
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| But I’ll bet that you’re still just a bit out of key
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| That crooked smile pushing words across your teeth
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| Cause you were heat lightning
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| Yeah, you were a storm that never rolled in
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| You were the northern lights in a southern town
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| A caustic fleeting thing
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| I’ll bury your memories in the garden
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| And watch them grow with the flowers in spring
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| I’ll keep you with me
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| These wolves in their suits and ties
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| Saying, «Kid, you can trust me»
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| Charming southern drawl, sunken eyes
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| Buying good will in hotel lobbies
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| Buy fistfuls of pills to make sure you don’t hurt no more
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| You don’t gotta feel anything
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| Got their fangs in our veins
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| Got their voice in our head
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| Got our arms in their grips
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| No, we can’t shake free
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| This goddamn machine, hungry and heartless
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| My whole generation got lost in the margin
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| We put our faith in you and you turned a profit
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| Now we’re drowning here under the waves
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| (We're no saviors if we can’t save our brothers)
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| Drowning out under the waves
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| (We're no saviors if we can’t save our brothers)
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| Drowning out, drowning out
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| You can’t have my friends
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| You can’t have my brothers
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| You can’t have my friends
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| You can’t have my brothers
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| You can’t have my friends
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| You can’t have my brothers
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| You can’t have me
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| No, you can’t have me |