Tears Of A Clone — 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 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