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Lyrics The Wonder Years Written by Dan Campbell Lyrics 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 But 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 refuse to kneel or pray I won't remember you that way But I lit you a candle In every cathedral across Europe And I hope you know you're still my patron saint Well 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 I'm sure there ain't a heaven But that don't mean I don't like to picture you there I bet you're bumming cigarettes off saints And 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 goddamn 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 (There's no failures when we can't see the problems) Drowning held under your waves (There's no failures when we can't see the problems) Drowning here, drowning here About this track "Cigarettes & Saints" is a song by The Wonder Years from the album No Closer To Heaven, released in 2015
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I can't help but feel a sense of emptiness, like when you meet a local friend who used to have a strong core after a long time, only to find they have mellowed out and are better at fawning smiles and jokes than before, but that is the path he chose, if nothing else
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