| D5 | E5 | D5 | D5 |
| D5 | E5 | |
| I would've liked you to have been deep frozen | too |
| D5 | E5 | |
| and | waiting still as fresh in your flesh for | my return to Earth |
| D5 | E5 | |
| But your | father refused to sign the forms to | freeze you |
| D5 | |
| Let's see | you'd be about 60 now, |
| E5 | D5 | |
| and | long dead by the time I return to | Earth |
| E5 | |
| My | time held dreams were full of you, |
| D5 | E5 | |
| as you | were when I left; still | underage |
| D5 | E5 | |
| Your | android replica is playing up a | gain it's no joke |
| D5 | E5 | |
| When she | comes she moans another's name |
| D5 | |
| But that's the spirit of the | age, |
| E5 | |
| That's the spirit of the | age |
| D5 | |
| Spirit of the | age |
| E5 | |
| Spirit of the | age |
| D5 | |
| I am a clone, I am not alone |
| E5 | D5 | |
| Every fibre of my flesh and bone is i | dentical to the others |
| E5 | D5 | |
| Everything I say is in the | same tone |
| E5 | |
| as my test tube brother's | voice |
| There is no choice between us, |
| D5 | |
| If | you had ever seen us, |
| E5 | |
| You'd re | joice in your uniqueness |
| D5 | E5 | |
| and con | sider every weakness something | special of your own |
| D5 | E5 | |
| Being a | clone, I have no flaws to identi | fy |
| D5 | |
| Even this doggerel that pours from my | pen, |
| E5 | |
| has just been written by a | nother twenty telepathic men, |
| D5 | |
| word for word, it says: |
| E5 | D5 | E5 | |
| "Oh, for the wings of any bird, | other than a battery | hen". |
| D5 | |
| Spirit of the | age |
| E5 | |
| Spirit of the | age |
| D5 | |
| Spirit of the | age |
| E5 | |
| Spirit of the | age |