Love Is Not A Victory March, It's

I Want To Be Ripped Apart By Music.

We Are Born To Live, We Are Born To Understand, We Are Born To Carry A Cursed Pattern And Be Transformed By Pain.

Sometimes A Man Gets Carried Away When He Feels Like He Should Be Having His Fun And Much Too Blind To See The Damage He's Done, Oh Sometimes A Man Must Awake To Find That Really He Has No One. So I'll Wait For You And I'll Burn Will I Ever See Your Sweet Return, Oh Will I Ever Learn? Oh, Lover You Should've Come Over. Oh Love Well I'm Waiting For You.

There's The Moon Asking To Stay Long Enough For The Clouds To Fly Me Away

Fate Is Gonna Find You In Your Glass Of Champagne.