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  • 作词 : Bettencourt, Cherone
    作曲 : Gary Cherone & Nuno Bettencourt
    You read the papers today?
    I read the news today oh boy
    About a tragic comedy
    Newspaper hinted suicide
    The letterhead read dear
    JohnnyThe tainted truth was all it said
    Sleep tight now that you've made your bed
    An arrow that once pierced my heart
    Points to the apple on your head
    Three sides to
    Every story
    Yours, mine and
    Monday morning's
    Cupid's dead, headlines read
    Cupid's dead, oh no no
    Cupid's dead, headlines read
    Cupid's dead, oh no no
    Oh, Romeo, oh,
    RomeoWhere did our love go,
    Romeo?If you read between the headlines
    You wouldn't be the last to know
    No mystery yet to unfold
    A paperboy left in the cold
    A love was said to never die
    Withered away and just got old
    Three sides to
    Every story
    Yours, mine and
    Monday morning's
    Cupid's dead, headlines read
    Cupid's dead, oh no no
    Cupid's dead, headlines read
    Cupid's dead, oh no no no no
    Our top story tonight, is a crime of passion
    The victim, an unidentified man
    Is found in bed, wearing only a diaper
    Holding a bow an arrow in one hand
    And clutching a letter in the other
    The letter simply read,
    Cupid's dead
    Extra, extra
    ExtraRead all about it
    Extra{Cupid is dead, deceased,
    I got peace of mind
    Still it's hard to forget, what it leaves behind
    A lot of love lost, your feelings are wasted
    Tasted the sweetness, but now you're faced with}{
    The thought, of being alone, no more companionship
    You can handle it, just abandon it
    Leave it behind, and look for the brighter day
    Give it some time, 'cause it won't come right away}{
    You gotta be standing strong, hold on to your dignity
    Don't sit around, saying look what ya did to me
    It's time to move on, you gotta continue}{
    To look for a love, of a life that's within you
    Cupid is dead now, it's time to rely on, yourself to cope
    You got no shoulder to cry on dead}
    Cupid's dead
  • 作词 : Bettencourt, Cherone
    作曲 : Gary Cherone & Nuno Bettencourt
    You read the papers today?
    I read the news today oh boy
    About a tragic comedy
    Newspaper hinted suicide
    The letterhead read dear
    JohnnyThe tainted truth was all it said
    Sleep tight now that you've made your bed
    An arrow that once pierced my heart
    Points to the apple on your head
    Three sides to
    Every story
    Yours, mine and
    Monday morning's
    Cupid's dead, headlines read
    Cupid's dead, oh no no
    Cupid's dead, headlines read
    Cupid's dead, oh no no
    Oh, Romeo, oh,
    RomeoWhere did our love go,
    Romeo?If you read between the headlines
    You wouldn't be the last to know
    No mystery yet to unfold
    A paperboy left in the cold
    A love was said to never die
    Withered away and just got old
    Three sides to
    Every story
    Yours, mine and
    Monday morning's
    Cupid's dead, headlines read
    Cupid's dead, oh no no
    Cupid's dead, headlines read
    Cupid's dead, oh no no no no
    Our top story tonight, is a crime of passion
    The victim, an unidentified man
    Is found in bed, wearing only a diaper
    Holding a bow an arrow in one hand
    And clutching a letter in the other
    The letter simply read,
    Cupid's dead
    Extra, extra
    ExtraRead all about it
    Extra{Cupid is dead, deceased,
    I got peace of mind
    Still it's hard to forget, what it leaves behind
    A lot of love lost, your feelings are wasted
    Tasted the sweetness, but now you're faced with}{
    The thought, of being alone, no more companionship
    You can handle it, just abandon it
    Leave it behind, and look for the brighter day
    Give it some time, 'cause it won't come right away}{
    You gotta be standing strong, hold on to your dignity
    Don't sit around, saying look what ya did to me
    It's time to move on, you gotta continue}{
    To look for a love, of a life that's within you
    Cupid is dead now, it's time to rely on, yourself to cope
    You got no shoulder to cry on dead}
    Cupid's dead