| You know and I know my clone sleeps alone
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| She’s out on her own — forever
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| She’s programmed to work hard, she’s never profane
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| She won’t go insane, not ever
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| No V.D., no cancer, on T. V's the answer
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| No father, no mother, she’s just like the other
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| And you know and I know, my clone sleeps alone
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| Your clone loves my clone, but yours cannot see
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| That’s no way to be, in heaven
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| No sorrow, no heartache, just clone harmony
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| So obviously, it’s heaven
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| No naughty clone ladies allowed in the eighties
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| No bed names, no sex games, just clone names and clone games
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| And you know and I know my clone sleeps alone
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| Before we existed the cloning began
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| The cloning of man and woman
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| When we’re gone they’ll live on, cloned endlessly
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| It’s mandatory in heaven
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| But they won’t remember or ever be tender
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| No loving, no caring, no program for pairing
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| No V.D., no cancer, on T. V's the answer
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| No father, no mother, she’s just like the other
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| No naughty clone ladies allowed in the eighties
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| And you know and I know my clone sleeps alone
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| My clone sleeps alone!
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| My clone sleeps alone! |