Lab "Scifi Novel Number One" |
And so we pour out the doors, Think-alikes, so perfectly cloned, Is it me who wonders or he? Which am I - this one or the one behind? Sing happy birth to me - wish we won't turn against you What a treat to their eyes: look-alikes and ones of a kind And if I am, how was I done? Perfect, or end of variety? Sing happy birth to me - wish we won't turn against you Sing happy birth, sing happy birth to me What a feast for their pride: feel-alikes, my sisters and I, And so we pour out the gates Perfect lack of variety! Sing happy birth, sing happy birth to me Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |