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Oh the tears that you weepfor the poor tortured soulswho fall at your feetwith their love begging bowlsall the clerks and the tailorsthe sharks and the sailorsall good at the tradesbut they'll always be failures
Alms for the poorfor the wretched disciplesand the love that they sworewith their hearts on the biblebeseeching the honourto sit at your tableand feast on your holinessas long as they're able
Love needs its martyrsneeds its sacrificesthey live for your beautyand pay for their viceslove will be the death ofmy lonely soul brothersbut their spirit shall live on inthe hearts of all lovers
You're holding courtwith your lips and your smileyour body's a halotheir minds are on trialsure as adam is evesure as jonah turned whalerthey're crooked love thievesand you are their jailor
Love needs its martyrsneeds its sacrificesthey live for your beautyand pay for their viceslove will be the death ofmy lonely soul brothersbut their spirit shall live on inthe hearts of all lovers.
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