It's an old curse, dreamers divin' head first
Broken beaks and dead birds
Can't get through the glass
There's no use crying 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 cryin', 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 cryin', 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 cryin', 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 eyes 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
YOU ARE READING
The Book Of Random Songs
RandomA book filled with whatever song gets stuck in my head. I write them down everywhere anyway so why not put it into a book?
