Tears of a Clone - текст песни
Tears of a Clone
A room with a hundred men The design of a perfect blend Identical strains of code Dressed up in the fashion mode
The air I breathe The blood that moves My heart to mend I cry
The tears of a clone The tears of a clone The tears of a clone The tears of a clone
The mind of a mannequin The look of the perfect twin This army of confidence Is an army of no defence
The air I breathe The blood that moves My heart to mend I cry
The tears of a clone The tears of a clone The tears of a clone The tears of a clone
The air that I breathe The blood that moves me One broken heart mend The self I defend The air that I breathe The blood that moves me One broken heart mend The self I defend
I walk through a no man's land Come lend your creating hand How I crave for identity Come lend me your fantasy
The air I breathe The blood that moves My heart to mend I cry
The tears of a clone The tears of a clone The tears of a clone The tears of a clone
The tears of a clone The tears of a clone The tears of a clone The tears of a clone
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