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