copy of a copy of a copy

Louis Tomlinson

It's an old curse
Dreamers diving head first
Broken beaks and dead birds can't get
through the glass
There's no use cryin' over spilled blood
Carin' only kills love
A kiss won't bring it back

I know that the first blow
hits you cold

Young man, hush your crying
And dry your tears away
Nothing is original
There's nothing left to say
You won't be the first or be the last to bleed
Every broken heart as far as your eye
can see

It's a copy of a copy of a copy
It's a copy of a copy of a copy

I can hear you, howling till your lungs hurt
So let this be your comfort
You're not the only one, no
In a strange way, all in this together
Been this way forever
You're not the only one

I know that the first blow hits you cold

Young man, hush your crying
Dry your tears away
Nothing is original
There's nothing left to say
You won't be the first or be the last to bleed
Every broken heart as far as your eye
can see

It's a copy of a copy of a copy
It's a copy of a copy of a copy

Young man, hush your crying
Dry your tears away
Nothing is original
There's nothing left to say
You won't be the first or be the last to bleed
Every broken heart as far as your eye
can see

It's a copy of a copy of a copy
It's a copy of a copy of a copy
It's a copy of a copy of a copy
It's a copy of a copy of a copy