| Song | Copy Of A Copy |
| Artist | Dead Poetic |
| Album | Vices |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| She told me don’t let them in. | |
| You’re a copy of a copy. | |
| She told me don’t come again. | |
| This is awful. | |
| This is all wrong. | |
| Now I feel it coming back again. | |
| Slide down the walls, on the floor. | |
| Oh, I’ll pretend this isn’t happening this time. | |
| She told me, stop listening to the voices, and what they said. | |
| She told me don’t fall again. | |
| I am wretched, | |
| I am loathed. | |
| She told me, don’t kill the villains. | |
| The pain is not escaping. | |
| She told me, don’t kill the villains. | |
| Just let them feast on their own perfection. | |
| She told me, don’t kill the villains. | |
| The pain is not escaping. | |
| She told me you cannot stay. | |
| But I’m stable. | |
| I’m okay. | |
| I said it, we all regret it. | |
| Now this room is cold and spinning. | |
| Give us cause to keep them breathing again this time. | |
| She told me don’t let them in. | |
| You’re a copy of a copy. |
| She told me don' t let them in. | |
| You' re a copy of a copy. | |
| She told me don' t come again. | |
| This is awful. | |
| This is all wrong. | |
| Now I feel it coming back again. | |
| Slide down the walls, on the floor. | |
| Oh, I' ll pretend this isn' t happening this time. | |
| She told me, stop listening to the voices, and what they said. | |
| She told me don' t fall again. | |
| I am wretched, | |
| I am loathed. | |
| She told me, don' t kill the villains. | |
| The pain is not escaping. | |
| She told me, don' t kill the villains. | |
| Just let them feast on their own perfection. | |
| She told me, don' t kill the villains. | |
| The pain is not escaping. | |
| She told me you cannot stay. | |
| But I' m stable. | |
| I' m okay. | |
| I said it, we all regret it. | |
| Now this room is cold and spinning. | |
| Give us cause to keep them breathing again this time. | |
| She told me don' t let them in. | |
| You' re a copy of a copy. |
| She told me don' t let them in. | |
| You' re a copy of a copy. | |
| She told me don' t come again. | |
| This is awful. | |
| This is all wrong. | |
| Now I feel it coming back again. | |
| Slide down the walls, on the floor. | |
| Oh, I' ll pretend this isn' t happening this time. | |
| She told me, stop listening to the voices, and what they said. | |
| She told me don' t fall again. | |
| I am wretched, | |
| I am loathed. | |
| She told me, don' t kill the villains. | |
| The pain is not escaping. | |
| She told me, don' t kill the villains. | |
| Just let them feast on their own perfection. | |
| She told me, don' t kill the villains. | |
| The pain is not escaping. | |
| She told me you cannot stay. | |
| But I' m stable. | |
| I' m okay. | |
| I said it, we all regret it. | |
| Now this room is cold and spinning. | |
| Give us cause to keep them breathing again this time. | |
| She told me don' t let them in. | |
| You' re a copy of a copy. |