Type O Negative The Dream Is Dead
Champagne glass of blood and wine On chocolate hearts alone I dine Candles weeping waxing tears
Ten for roses each one a year - disappear Arrows
fixed in my heart Each memory another dart
Love and death both colored red Showing my past
, the dream is dead Another lonely Valentine's
Day
I can not believe that things turned out this way
And though I hate to see you go
I know it must be so
Another lonely Valentine's Day
Nobody will break your fall
All for none, yeah, none for all
Nothing's so cruel as the truth
I can not believe that things turned out this way
| I know it must be so Another lonely Valentine's Day The dream is dead.
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