Craig gets cozy with the karaoke machine
Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed. Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need. I say love, it is a flower, and you it's only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance. It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance. It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give, and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely and the road has been to long, and you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong, just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows, lies the seed that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes the rose.
Carly turns it up a notch.
And now, I'm gonna slow it down for everyone... 
Karaoke can totally have back-up dancers.
Just call me angel, in the morning...angel...just touch my cheek before you leave...
(We would like to issue a formal apology to any of Tyler's neighbours who may have overheard, and thus suffered through, SEVEN heartbreaking renditions of Bette Midler's The Rose.)
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