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Tears of a Clone
Lyrics
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 defense
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
Writer(s): ALEXANDER BENGT MAGNUS BARD, ANDERS WILHELM WOLLBECK
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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