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I would've liked you to have been deep frozen too |
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And waiting still as fresh in your flesh for my return to earth |
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But your father refused to sign the forms to freeze you |
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Let's see you'd be about 60 now, and long dead by the time I return to earth |
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My time held dreams were full of you as you were when I left, still underage |
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Your android replica is playing up again it's no joke |
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When she comes she moans another's name |
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But that's the spirit of the age, that's the spirit of tha age |
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I am a clone, I am not alone |
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Every fibre of my flesh and bone is identical to the others |
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Everything I say is in the same tone as my test tube brother's voice |
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And there's no choice between us |
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If you had ever seen us you'd rejoice in your uniqueness |
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And consider every weakness something special of your own |
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Being a clone I have no flaws to identify |
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Even this doggerel that pours from my pen |
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Has just been written by another twenty telepathic men |
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Word for word it says: |
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"Oh, for the wings of any bird other than a battery hen". |