Louis Tomlinson - Copy of a Copy of a Copy lyrics
[Louis Tomlinson - Copy of a Copy of a Copy lyrics]
It's an old curse, dreamers divin' 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 hit's 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
I can hear you, howlin' 'til your lungs hurt
So let this be your comfort
You're not the only one, no
In a strange way, we're all in this together
Been this way forever
You're not the only one
I know that the first blow hit's 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
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 hit's 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
I can hear you, howlin' 'til your lungs hurt
So let this be your comfort
You're not the only one, no
In a strange way, we're all in this together
Been this way forever
You're not the only one
I know that the first blow hit's 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