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Cigarettes And Saints chords

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[Verse 1]

        C                  Am
Twice a week I pass by the church that held your funeral
        G                   F                 C
and the pastor’s words come pouring down like rain.
       C                            Am      
How he called you a sinner but said now you walk with Jesus,
       G                    F                 C
so the drugs that took your life aren’t gonna cause you any pain.


G                F              C
I don’t think he even knew your name.
G            F              C       G            F
I refused to kneel or pray. I won’t remember you that way
                C               G                F
but I lit you a candle in every cathedral across Europe.
  G                    F               C
I hope you know you’re still my patron saint.


  C        Am                  G          F
I tried to forgive but I can’t forget the cigar in his fist.
  G                   F               C
I know that they were heartsick but I need someone to blame
                    G         F               C
and I know how they blame me. I know what you’d say.
      G              F                    C          G        F
You’d tell me it was your fault. I should put all my arrows away.


                       C         G  
I’m sure there ain’t a heaven,
                    Am              G           F
but that don’t mean I don’t like to picture you there.
  G                  F              C
I bet you’re bumming cigarettes off saints.
                C              G
I’m sure you’re still singing
                         Am           G          F
but I’ll bet that you’re still just a bit out of key.
          G                     F                 C
With that crooked smile pushing words across your teeth.


         Am            G
You were heat lightning.
           C          G            F
You were a storm that never rolled in.
             Am                   G                C                F
You were the northern lights in a southern town, a caustic fleeting thing.
               Am               G
I’ll bury your memories in the garden;
                C             G              F
I’ll watch them grow with the flowers in the spring.
                   C
I’ll keep you with me.

C F C F


C
These wolves in their suits and ties
F
saying “kid you can trust me.”
C
Charming southern drawl, sunken eyes.
F
Buying good will in hotel lobbies.
C                                                 F
They got fistfuls of pills to make sure you don’t hurt no more.

You don’t gotta feel anything.
C
Got their fangs in our veins.
                       F
Got their voice in our heads.
                      F
Got our arms in their grips.

No, we can’t shake free.
C                                 F
This god damn machine; hungry and heartless.
                                    C
My whole generation got lost in the margin.
                                      F
We put our faith in you. You turned a profit.
                                   C          F
Now we’re drowning here under your waves.
                         C         F
Drowning held under your waves.

Drowning here. Drowning here.
C                                            F
You can’t have my friends. You can’t have my brothers.
                                             C
You can’t have my friends. You can’t have my brothers.
                                             F
You can’t have my friends. You can’t have my brothers.
                                          C
You can’t have me. No, you can’t have me.


            
            
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