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Oh the tears that you weep 
For the poor tortured souls 
Who fall at your feet 
With their love begging bowls 
All the clerks and the tailors 
The sharks and the sailors 
All good at their trades 
But they'll always be failures 

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