Copy of a copy of a copy [Greek translation]

[Verse 1]

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

[Pre-Chorus]

I know that the first blow hits you cold

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[Pre-Chorus]

I know that the first blow hits you cold

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

• Artist:Louis Tomlinson