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