Monday, October 27, 2014

C L O N E | E N O L C

"Where's your limits?", they ask to me
if it's real democracy, everyone will see
my deep expressions, my artistic lines
daddy is paying attention to a different-kind

whenever I act like a common person
wherever I walk along
I feel like an outer debris, I suppose
it's not me, but a clone

whenever I act like a common person
wherever I walk along
I feel like an outer debris, I suppose
it's not me, but a clone

it's not me, but a clone...
it's not me but a clone...
it hurts in my bones
to live being like a clone

Equality sounds weird when you look around
difference is the new black: why not wear it out?
we are synonym, still the same flesh
don't consider me your watch, I'm not something to fix

whenever I act like a common person
wherever I walk along
I feel like an outer debris, I suppose
it's not me, but a clone

whenever I act like a common person
wherever I walk along
I feel like an outer debris, I suppose
it's not me, but a clone

it's not me, but a clone...
it's not me but a clone...
it hurts in my bones
to live being like a clone


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