Clones

Mull Historical Society

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