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Song Son Of Sam - Elliott Smith. Something's happening. Don't speak too soon. I told the boss off, made my move. Got nowhere to go. Son of Sam. Son of the shining path, the clouded mind. The couple
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long, oh so long. . I've accepted silently this name I've been given and. I have heard it pass the lips of everyone,. Now if you will inquire, ask of your Father. And he may tell you of his
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I have been, I have been. Everburning in imperfect light,. Fleeing to evernight. . Loss of breath. But gaining perfect sight,. Fleeing to evernight. . I've been speaking in silence. I've
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Somewhere in the darkest corner. Of your darkest dream,. There is a place. Where all that is lost can be found. . And there in that darkest corner. Crouched in the cold,. You will find me
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In the circle of dying time. There's a thinning of salt,. What was kept from slipping in. Will be soaring out. . A color. That can't be described,. A power. That can't, can't be denied
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So fall the tears of futility. Down the guise of theonomy,. Don't cast your prayers on me. Disinfect them and save them for yourself. . It's time, it's time. It's time, for the last day
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. Within the eyes a deathlike calm,. And eye to eye we recognize our own. . WHOAH- With death of day within the few. This inversion shall bring anew,. That of nights that since have gone unknown
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?. Where do they hide?,. We are the Sons of man. Bastardized. . What is this that's tucked away?. What has turned this twisted mind?,. I am your darkest secrets. I am your living lies,. I'm creation
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,. Whoah- What's salvation?. Whoah- is it in this,. Whoah- Invitation. Whoah- to praise the fallen. . I don't believe, the beliefs of the righteous. I don't believe, are so righteous at all,. I do
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In an ivory room, against an ivory wall. Is crouched a shadow and I clash,. In an ivory room, within the ivory walls. There is a crimson stain in the cracks. . If this is cleanliness, if this is
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Come with me sweet innocence. I wanna show you sights you've never seen,. Keep your eyes wide on this short ride. We'll really see what you can be. . So we slip away, (cut, cut, cut). No one can
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