Текст песни Alcazar - Tears Of A Clone
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A room with a hundred menThe design of a perfect blendIdentical strains of codeDressed up in the fashion modeThe air I breatheThe blood that movesMy heart to mend I cryThe tears of a cloneThe tears of a cloneThe tears of a cloneThe tears of a cloneThe mind of a mannequinThe look of the perfect twinThis army of confidenceIs an army of no defenceThe air I breatheThe blood that movesMy heart to mend I cryThe tears of a cloneThe tears of a cloneThe tears of a cloneThe tears of a cloneThe air that I breatheThe blood that moves meOne broken heart mendThe self I defendThe air that I breatheThe blood that moves meOne broken heart mendThe self I defendI walk through a no man`s landCome lend your creating handHow I crave for identityCome lend me your fantasyThe air I breatheThe blood that movesMy heart to mend I cryThe tears of a cloneThe tears of a cloneThe tears of a cloneThe tears of a cloneThe tears of a cloneThe tears of a cloneThe tears of a cloneThe tears of a clone