Lyrics Mull Historical Society

Mull Historical Society

Clones

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