Alcazar
Tears Of A Clone A room with a hundred menThe design of a perfect blendIdentical strains of code
Dressed up in the fashion mode
The air I breatheThe blood that moves
My heart to mend I cry
The tears of a cloneThe tears of a cloneThe tears of a clone
The mind of a mannequinThe look of the perfect twinThis army of confidence
The air I breatheThe blood that moves
The tears of a cloneThe tears of a cloneThe tears of a clone
The air that I breatheThe blood that moves meOne broken heart mendThe self I defendThe air that I breatheThe blood that moves meOne broken heart mend
I walk through a no man’s landCome lend your creating handHow I crave for identity
Come lend me your fantasy
The air I breatheThe blood that moves
The tears of a cloneThe tears of a cloneThe tears of a clone
The tears of a cloneThe tears of a cloneThe tears of a clone