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Copy of a Copy of a Copy
by
Louis Tomlinson
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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 cry 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, howlin' 'til 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 cry 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 cry 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
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