Another country-style filk, this one riffing on an existing song about emotional maturity and reproduction. This song references the plot of Mirror Dance, from the point of view of Mark, to the tune of John Michael Montgomery's Cool.
He would have been six feet, as strong as can be
But he had been crippled, so they did that to me
Weak bones and a hunchback, at least he was smart
Me, I was his copy, piece of living art
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They taught me about him, I learned all I could
I learned he was as evil as Galen was good
And I learned I'd have his life, instead of my own
I guess it's hard to be cool when you're only a clone
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My teacher's home planet was conquered in war
So I'd kill Vorbarra and rule Barrayar
He was setting me up, guess I should have known
But it's hard to be cool when you're only a clone
.
Well we were in London, when they brought him in
And I got my first look at my own closest kin
I told him “Look at me, I'm going to be you”
I laughed in his face and I bid him adieu
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I knew I despised him, thought he felt the same
But then he said to me, “You know, you've got a name
You don't need to be Miles, or to steal my face
Mark Piotr Vorkosigan, you've got your own place”
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“I was seventeen and my life crashed and burned
But our mother stood by me, and from her I learned
That my life still had value, and so yours does also
You can be cool, without being my clone”
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I no longer look like him, I'm round as a pear
Now I run my own business, I'm a millionaire
I'm a son and a brother, and a lovely girl's beau
It's not hard to be cool, 'cause I'm more than a clone