1952 -Clone of Clones

[Verse 1] I'm unique... I don't know... I don't think so. In a room full of mirrors, I keep seeing borrowed bones. Everybody's got a label, every label wants a face. I reach for something simple, it slips back into place. [Pre-Chorus] Billions of footsteps cross the same old floor. We call it freedom when they sell us more. And I hear it, hear it, coming through the crowd: be yourself, be yourself, just not too loud. [Chorus] I'm a clone of clones (clone of clones) made to want what I want. I'm a clone of clones (clone of clones) with a name on the front. If I break the mold, who's gonna know? I'm a clone of clones (clone of clones) and I still won't go. [Verse 2] They dress the need up pretty, put a price on every ache. They hand me tastes like candy and call the craving taste. I used to think I chose it, thought the mirror knew my skin. Now every little habit looks like someone else's grin. [Pre-Chorus] Billions of footsteps cross the same old floor. We call it freedom when they sell us more. And I hear it, hear it, coming through the crowd: be yourself, be yourself, just not too loud. [Chorus] I'm a clone of clones (clone of clones) made to want what I want. I'm a clone of clones (clone of clones) with a name on the front. If I break the mold, who's gonna know? I'm a clone of clones (clone of clones) and I still won't go. [Bridge] Maybe that's the trick, maybe that's the cage. A thousand copied hunger wearing my own face. But if I say it clearly, if I say it plain, maybe being unmade is a kind of name. [Final Chorus] I'm a clone of clones (clone of clones) made to want what I want. I'm a clone of clones (clone of clones) with a name on the front. If I break the mold, who's gonna know? I'm a clone of clones (clone of clones) still learning to glow.