Copy

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 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

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 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