La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.As far to love and not be loved has tore my heart away.There are some who get sick in love and not to mend again.Almost I'll die from loving you.My lust was all in vain.These are more enlightened days.No time for all your savage ways.Oh, won't you let me be?Love, love, love is a killing thing.Oh, wait.She was the weeping tree that rose in Newcastle warm.And I would be the pouring rain upon your leaves unfold.Because in your warm and gentle armsI rest on the spot.I rest on the spot.The sun하신 moon is shining.You will be the yep.Weeping you.You will be the weeping tree.Oh, won't you let me be?Some said weeping was...Bread, bread, bread is my bread.Go dig my grave long wide and deep up abovePut a pure white doveA marble stone, a head and feetLet the world know we die for loveThere are some who bear sin in loveAnd are driven to deathAll but to die, die for loveI love youMy love was born in painThese are more enlightened daysNo time for all your savage waysOh, won't you let me be?Love, love, love is a game and a thingLove, love, love is a game and a thingLove is a game and a thing