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Home of the clones |
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I went walking on my own |
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Queen of the scene |
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I think I knew then what could be |
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A real high low |
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On the find I'll go |
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On the find I'll go |
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On the find I'll go |
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And a real high low |
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On the find I'll go |
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On the find I'll go |
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On the find I'll go |
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The clones are here on the side of the street |
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Turning inside out |
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The clones are here on the side of the street |
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And we, we don't belong |
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And we, don't understand |
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Queens on the streets |
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The early evening walks with me |
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I tried life on a whim |
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You play to lose you play to win |
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A real high low |
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On the find I'll go |
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On the find I'll go |
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On the find I'll go |
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And a real high low |
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On the find I'll go |
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On the find I'll go |
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On the find I'll go |
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The clones are here on the side of the street |
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Turning inside out |
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The clones are here on the side of the street |
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And we, we don't belong |
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And we, don't understand |
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The clones are free on the side of the street |
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Turning inside out |
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The clones are here on the side of the street |
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And we, we don't belong |
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And we, don't understand |
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And we, we don't belong |
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And the chance slips through our hands |
