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Pretty Girls Make Graves - All Medicated Geniuses lyrics
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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