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I think I'm a clone now

I had this song in my head this morning so, let me share a part of it. It is a parody by Weird Al Yankovic of the song "I think we're alone now" sung by Tiffany.

I think I'm a clone now
There's always two of me just a-hangin' around
I think I'm a clone now
'Cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down

Look at the way
We go out walking close together
I guess you could say
I'm really beside myself

I still remember how it began (gan-gan-gan)
They produced a carbon copy man (man-man-man)
Born in a science lab late one night
Without a mother or a father, just a test tube and a womb with a view

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