(Gordon)
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There was a ringing in my ear, so I went to get the phone
Too late, someone had picked it up; it must have been my clone
I used to make you laugh 'til you were shaking in the knee
I know I make you feel so good, but not as good as he
I felt much closer when we used to stay at home
Instead of sitting in this diner with you talking at my clone
Some stuff about a baby you could not have had alone
Was it him or me? He'll fill me in, 'cause I've been in a zone
Clone, clone clone, clone, clone clone

You told me I was ugly; I didn't like your tone,
So I went out drinking, left you lying with my clone
He's not just a mirage, a reflection, or an elf
He makes it so I can live vicariously through myself
My clone is hard of hearing, so he taught me how to sign
And in silence I could see your eyes and know that you were mine
Lying in my bed, I thought I heard you moan
Is this a sign of something going on between my clone?
Clone, clone clone, clone, clone clone

What's the sound of one hand clapping? What's a clone alone?
He says that I'm the slider, but that he's the whole trombone
I punched him in the eye, for to fighting I am prone
I was tired of him saying he was me and I'm the clone
Sometimes I left thinking, wondering if I'm real
Or just some guy my clone dreamed up to sometimes take the wheel
So I went down to the graveyard; I was looking at my stone
The guy said, "Are you dead yet?" "No, but dig one for my clone"
Clone, clone clone, clone, clone clone