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Oh the tears that you weep
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For the poor tortured souls
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Who fall at your feet
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With their love begging bowls
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All the clerks and the tailors
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The sharks and the sailors
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All good at their trades
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They'll always be failures
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Alms for the poor
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For the wretched desciples
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And the love that they swore
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With their hearts on the bible
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Beseeching the honor
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To sit at your table
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And feast on your holiness
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As long as they're able
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Love needs its martyrs
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Needs its sacrifices
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They live for your beauty
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And pay for their vices
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Love will be the death of
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My lonely soul brothers
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But their spirit shall live on in
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The hearts of all lovers
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Your holding court
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With your lips and your smile
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Your body's a halo
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Their minds are on trial
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Sure as adam is eve
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Sure as jonah turned whaler
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They're crooked love theives
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And you are their jailor
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Love needs its martyrs
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Needs its sacrifices
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They live for your beauty
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And pay for their vices
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Love will be the death of
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My lonely soul brothers
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But their spirit shall live on in
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The hearts of all others
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Love will be the death of
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My lonely soul brothers
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But their spirit shall live on in
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The hearts of all others
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The Love Of Thieves
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Depeche Mode |