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Something’s happening, don’t speak to soon
I told the boss off and made my move
Got no where to go
Son of sam, son of a shining path, the clouded mind
Couple killer each and every time
I’m not uncomfortable, feeling weird
Long revered options disappear
But I know what to do
Son of sam, son of a doctor’s touch, a nurse’s love
Acting under orders from above...
King for a day...
Son of sam, son of a shining path, the clouded mind
Couple killer running out of time
Shiva opens her arms now
To make sure I don’t get to far
I may talk in my sleep tonight cause I don’t know what I am
I’m a little like you, more like son of sam
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Lyrics: Elliott Smith
