Mull Historical Society - Clones lyrics

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 I'll go On the find I'll go On the find I'll go And a real high low On the find I'll go On the find I'll go On the find I'll 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 don't belong And we, don't 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 I'll go On the find I'll go On the find I'll go And a real high low On the find I'll go On the find I'll go On the find I'll 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 don't belong And we, don't 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 don't belong And we, don't understand And we, we don't belong And the chance slips through our hands