MULL HISTORICAL SOCIETY


Clones Lyrics

Home of the clones
I went walking on my own
Queen of the scene
I think I knew then what could be
A real high low
On the find Ill go
On the find Ill go
On the find Ill go
And a real high low
On the find Ill go
On the find Ill go
On the find Ill go
The clones are here on the side of the street
Turning inside out
The clones are here on the side of the street
And we, we dont belong
And we, dont understand
Queens on the streets
The early evening walks with me
I tried life on a whim
You play to lose you play to win
A real high low
On the find Ill go
On the find Ill go
On the find Ill go
And a real high low
On the find Ill go
On the find Ill go
On the find Ill go
The clones are here on the side of the street
Turning inside out
The clones are here on the side of the street
And we, we dont belong
And we, dont understand
The clones are free on the side of the street
Turning inside out
The clones are here on the side of the street
And we, we dont belong
And we, dont understand
And we, we dont belong
And the chance slips through our hands

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Songwriter(s): Colin Kirsop Macintyre, Colin Macintyre
Copyright: Warner/Chappell Music Publishing Ltd.
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