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There’s the kid with the golden arm

He admits to the forest fire

That he started up from the lack of

Something better going on

There’s the kid with the golden arm

He admits to the forest fire

That he started up from the lack of

Something better going on

Tell your friends it’s a four alarm

Just a smoke screen, we’re all liars

Better to stew in discontent

Than to admit we’re wrong

All motivations out to sea

And our ideas, they die so quickly

This town had good hearts

Bad blood, emotional scars

Never getting to say

What you really want to say (x2)

We all lie so well (x2)

There’s the kid with the golden arm

He admits to the forest fire

That he started up from the lack of

Something better going on

Tell your friends it’s a four alarm

Just a smoke screen, we’re all liars

Better to stew in discontent

Than to admit we’re wrong

If misery loves company

And you seem to sleep

So much more soundly

To the song of other people’s

Failures…

Doctor, do you have a remedy?

This is not alright by me

Do you think you have the trick

For a city that’s so spent and sick?

We all lie so well

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