Текст песни Depeche Mode -  The Love Thieves   
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Alms for the poor  
For the wretched disciples  
And the love that they swore  
With their hearts on the Bible  
Beseeching the honour  
To sit at your table  
And feast on your holiness  
As long as they`re able  
 
Love needs its martyrs  
Needs its sacrifices  
They live for your beauty  
And pay for their vices  
Love will be the death of  
My lonely soul brothers  
But their spirit shall live on in  
The hearts of all lovers  
 
You`re holding court  
With your lips and your smile  
Your body`s a halo  
Their minds are on trial  
Sure as Adam is Eve  
Sure as Jonah turned whaler  
They`re crooked love thieves  
And you are their jailor  
 
Love needs its martyrs  
Needs its sacrifices  
They live for your beauty  
And pay for their vices  
Love will be the death of  
My lonely soul brothers  
But their spirit shall live on in  
The hearts of all lovers