| 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
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| And long dead by the time I return to Earth
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| My time held dreams were full of you
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| 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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| That’s the spirit of the age
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| That’s the spirit of the age
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| That’s the spirit of the age
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| That’s the spirit of the age
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| Ah, the spirit of the age
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| That’s the spirit of the age
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| Ah, the spirit of the age
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| That is the spirit of the age
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| I am a clone, I am not alone
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| Every fiber of my flesh and bone is identical to the others
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| Everything I say is in the same tone
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| As my test tube brother’s voice there is 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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| Oh, word for word, it says:
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| «Oh, for the wings of any bird, other than a battery hen» |