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作曲 : Daniel Jason Campbell/Nicholas Steinborn/Matthew Paul Brasch/Michael Dominic Kennedy/Joshua James Martin/Kenneth Alrich Cavaliere |
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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 |
