Louis Tomlinson - Copy of a Copy of a Copy

It's an old curse
Dreamers diving head first
Broken beaks and dead birds
Can't get through the glass

And there's no use crying over spilled blood
Caring 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 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

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