There's a kid with a golden arm
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He admits to the forest fire
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That he started up from a lack of something better going on
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This kid with the golden arm
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He admits to the forest fire
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That he started up from a lack of something better going on
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Tell your friends it's a four alarm
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Just a smoke screen we're all liars
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Better to stew in discontent than to admit we¡¯re wrong
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Our motivations out to sea
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And our ideas they die so quickly
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This town has good hearts
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Bad blood, emotional scars
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Never gettin to say what you really wanna say
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This town has good hearts
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Bad blood, emotional scars
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Never gettin to say what you really wanna say
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We all lie so well
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We all lie so well
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There¡¯s a kid with a golden arm
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He admits to the forest fire
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That he started up from a lack of something better going on
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Tell your friends it's a four alarm.
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Just a smoke screen we're all liars.
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Better to stew in discontent than to admit we're wrong
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If misery loves company
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Then it seems to swim so much more forcibly
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In the song of other people's failures
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Doctor, do you have a remedy?
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Doctor, this is not alright by me
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Do you think that you have the strength for a city
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that's so spent and sick?
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We all lie so well
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We all lie so well
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All Medicated Geniuses
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| Pretty Girls Make Graves |
