Paroles de 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