Clone

Any day, for him it doesn't matter
They're all the same or at least he likes to think so
He has opinions on mostly everything but he refuses to reflect
He opens doors that he never cares to lock
He's got the keys but can't remember where he's put them
In any way he don't want to believe that they're something he might need

He can see his life so clear now
On its way to disappear
And he want's to be alone now
Don't want to be another clone

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Count's to ten and he draws a deep breath
Trying hard to swallow the regrets
Needs some time to plan his next move so he calls in sick again
On the couch in front of the TV
Figures out the meaning of life
Once again he's better than them
And he feels so satisfied

He can see his life so clear
On its way to disappear
And he want's to be alone
Don't want to be another clone

Late at night he leaves his body stiff
Floating out through the chimney for a flight
High above the city like a cloud
With the angels by his side