Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Truman Eoff
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Truman Eoff
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Truman Eoff
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Let's go
(Your little)
Let's go
She told me to tell you
That she's mad at you (mad at you)
(She's gotten) She's gotten bigger and grown
Since you left her alone
And your name it's still written on stone
Left her all alone
In a world of despair
Your little clone
Your little clone
Your little clone
Clone
(Can you)
(Can you)
Can you undo it all for me
Undo it all for me, for her
Your little soldier
Can you take it away
Take what you were gave and just throw it away
And it'll all end up the same anyway
For your little soldier, little clone
Little girl with a smile of gold
Little one, little place that you call home
Little girl that you left alone
(For your)
For your little soldier, little clone
Little girl with a face of stone
Little one, little place that she calls home
Cause you were all she'd ever known
You were all she'd ever known
In a place that I would like to call home
(Your)
(Your)
Your little clone
Your not alone
Clone
Written by: Robert Truman Eoff