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{title: The Love Thieves}
{subtitle: Depeche Mode - 'Ultra' (97)}


{define: Am+7 - 576555 or 002110}
{define: C#m  - 446654}
{define: D    - xx0232 or 557775}
{define: Dm7  - 557565 or xx0211}
{define: Dm+7 - xx0221}
{define: E    - x22454}
{define: F#m  - 244222}
{define: F#m6 - 244242}
{define: Hm7  - 224232}

{comment: you can throw away all the +7 or 6,}
{comment: but some piece of DM spirit will be lost ;-)}

{intro}
         F#m                   F#m
E--------------------|--------2-----------|
B------2-5-----------|------2-----5---2---|
G----2---------------|--------------------|
D--4-----------------|----4---------------|
A--------4-----------|--------4-----------|
E--2-----------------|--2-----------------|

         D                     C#m
E--------5-----------|--------4-----------|
B------3-------------|------2-----5---2---|
G----2---------------|----2---------------|
D--0-----0-----------|--0-----------------|
A--------------------|--------4-----------|
E--------------------|--------------------|


Oh the [D]tears that you weep
For the [Dm+7]poor tortured souls
Who [F#m]fall at your feet
With their [Dm7]love begging bowls
All the [F#m]clerks and the tailors
The [E]sharks and the sailors
All [D]good at their trades
But they'll [Hm7]always be failures

{intro}

[D]Alms for the poor
For the [Dm+7]wretched disciples
And the [F#m]love that they swore
With their [Dm7]hearts on the Bible
[F#m]Beseeching the honour
To [E]sit at your table
And [D]feast on your holiness
As [Hm7]long as they're able

[Dm+7]Love needs its martyrs
[F#m6]Needs its sacrifices
[Dm]They live for your beauty
[Am+7]And pay for their vices
[Dm+7]Love will be the death of
[F#m6]My lonely soul brothers
[Dm]But their spirit shall live on in
[Am+7]The hearts of all lovers

[D]You're holding court
With your [Dm+7]lips and your smile
Your [F#m]body's a halo
Their [Dm7]minds are on trial
Sure as [F#m]Adam is Eve
Sure as [E]Jonah turned whaler
[D]They're crooked love thieves
And [Hm7]you are their jailor

{comment: well, just look above...}
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


{comment: if here is something wrong, please, e-mail me}
{comment: or e-mail me for no special reason...  :-)}

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From: Max Stepanov, Russia, St.Petersburg
e-mail: profi@dux.ru
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05 June 1997