Tears of a Clone Songtext
von Alcazar

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 must defend

I walk through a no man′s land
Come lend me 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, the tears of a clone)
The tears of a clone
(The tears, the tears of a clone)

The tears of a clone
(The tears, the tears of a clone)
The tears of a clone
(The tears, the tears of a clone)

The tears of a clone
(The tears, the tears of a clone)
The tears of a clone
(The tears, the tears of a clone)

The tears of a clone
(The tears, the tears of a clone)
The tears of a clone
(The tears, the tears of a clone)

The tears, the tears of a clone
The tears, the tears of a clone
The tears, the tears of a clone
The tears, the tears of a clone