It's an old curse Dreamers diving 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 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 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
Compositores: Andrew William Jackson (PRS), Louis William Tomlinson (PRS), Mark Carlos Blackwell (PRS), Matthew James Dinnadge (PRS)Editor: Lt Publishing LimitedECAD verificado obra #36997392 em 21/Abr/2024