Depeche Mode

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Strangelove

There'll be times
When my crimes
Will seem almost unforgivable
I give in to sin
Because you have to make this life liveable
But when you think I've had enough
From your sea of love
I'll take more than another riverfull
And I'll make it all worthwhile
I'll make your heart smile

Strangelove
Strange highs and strange lows
Strangelove
That's how my love goes
Strangelove
Will yo give it to me
Will you take the pain
I will give to you
Again and again
And will you return it

There'll be days
When I stray
I may appear to be
Constantly out fo reach
I give in to sin
Because I like to practice what I preach
I'm not trying to say
I'll have it all my way
I'm always willing to learn
When you've got something to teach
And I'll make it all worthwhile
I'll make your heart smile

Pain will you return it
I'll say it again - pain
Pain will you return it
I won't say it again

I give in
Again and again
I give in
Will you give it to me
I give in
I'll say it again
I give in

I give in
Again and again
I give in
That's how my love goes
I give in
I'll say it again
I give in

Words by Martin Gore (c) 1987 Sonet Records & Publishing Ltd.

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Stripped

Come with me
Into the trees
We'll lay on the grass
And let the hours pass

Take my hand
Come back to the land
Let's get away
Just for one day

Let me see you
Stripped down to the bone
Let me see you
Stripped down to the bone

Metropolis
Has nothing on this
You're breathing in fumes
I taste when we kiss

Take my hand
Come back to the land
Where everything's ours
For a few hours

Let me hear you
Make decisions
Without your television
Let me hear you speaking
Just for me

Let me hear you crying
Just for me

Words by Martin Gore (c) 1986 Sonet Records & Publishing Ltd.

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Suffer Well

Where were you when I fell from grace
A frozen heart, an empty space

Something’s changed, it’s in your eyes
Please don’t speak, you’ll only lie

I found treasure not where I thought
Peace of mind can’t be bought
Still I believe

Just hang on
Suffer well
Sometimes it’s hard
It’s hard to tell

An angel led me when I was blind
I said take me back, I’ve changed my mind
Now I believe

From the blackest room, I was torn
You called my name, my love was born
So I believe

Justhang on
Suffer well
Sometimes it’s hard
It’s hard to tell

Written by Gahan/Eigner/Phillpott (c) 2005 JJSR Productions Inc./Universal Music Publishing Ltd

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Surrender

Laying on your holy bed
By the hallowed door
Feeling like an infidel
Not worthy of your call

Tempted by your innocence
Beckoned to my fate
I won't face the consequence
I wouldn't hesitate

I'm a man of flesh and bone
Rapture Rushing through my veins
Passion Flaming In my heart
Heavenly surrender once again (Yeah)

Shackled like an animal
Chained to my desires
Just another sacrifice
To love's eternal fight

Tame me with your tenderness
And break my brittle heart
Easily and elegantly
Tear my world apart

I'm a man of flesh and bone
Rapture Rushing through my veins
Passion Flaming In my heart
Heavenly surrender once again (Yeah)

We're living in a world full of illusion
Everything is so unreal
My mind is in a state of confusion
But I can't deny the way I feel

I'm a man of flesh and bone
Rapture Rushing through my veins (Yeah)

Words by Martin L. Gore (c) 1998 Grabbing Hands Music Overseas/EMI Music Publishing Ltd

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Sweetest Perfection

The sweetest perfection
To call my own
The slightest correction
Couldn't finely hone

The sweetest infection
Of body and mind
Sweetest injection
Of any kind

I stop and I stare too much
Afraid that I dare too much
And I hardly dare to touch
For fear that the spell may be broken

When I need a drug in me
And it brings out the thug in me
Feel something tugging me
Then I want the real thing not tokens

The sweetest perfection...

Things you'd expect to be
Having effect on me
Pass undetectedly
But everyone knows what has got me

Takes me completely
Touches so sweetly
Reaches so deeply
I know nothing can stop me

Sweetest perfection
An offer was made
An assorted collection
But I wouldn't trade

The sweetest perfection...

Takes me completely
Touches so sweetly
Reaches so deeply
Nothing can stop me

Words by Martin Gore (c) 1990 Sonet Records & Publishing Ltd.

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Television Set

You can see them running through me baby
You can see the lights in their eyes
You can see the masses raising me
And I'm preaching them more lies
I'm just a mass-form communication
I sell what everyone buys
You know my appearance is changing
Changing for modern times

I'm just a television set
I'm just a television set
I'm just a television set

Well you can have me in bed if you want me
Just plug me into your wall
And I'll give you sex if you want it
Or I'll give you nothing at all
You can have me, babe, for good times
You can have me, babe, for bad
Keep me running all of your life and
I'll return your instant demand

I'm just a television set
I'm just a television set
I'm just a television set

Did you see them running through me baby
Did you see the lights in their eyes
Did you see the masses raising me
Am I preaching them more lies?
I'm just a mass form communication
I sell what everyone buys
You know my appearance is changing
Changing for modern times

I'm just a television set
I'm just a television set
I'm just a television set

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The Bottom Line

Like a cat
Dragged in from the rain
Who goes straight back out
To do it all over again
I'll be back for more
It's something
That is out of our hands
Something we will never understand
It's a hidden law
The apple falls
Destiny calls
I follow you

Like a pawn
On the eternal board
Who's never quite sure
What he's moved towards
I walk blindly on
And heaven is in front of me
Your heaven beckons me enticingly
When I arrive
It's gone
The river flows
The wise man knows
I follow you

I'm yearning
I'm burning
I feel love's wheels turning

Like a moth on love's bright light
I will get burned
Each and every night
I'm dying to(o)
The sun will shine
The bottom line
I follow you

Words by Martin Gore (c) 1997 Grabbing Hands Music Ltd./EMI Music Publishing Ltd

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The Darkest Star

Oh you sad one
Playing the Angel
Isn’t so easy where you’re from

Oh you wild one
Devil’s companion
You won’t stay satisfied for long

I don’t want you to change anything you do
I don’t want you to be something else for me

Oh you dark one
Eternal outsider
Caught in the spider’s web you’ve spun

Oh you blind one
Gentle and kind one
Seeing the world as a loaded gun

I don’t want you to change anything you do
I don’t want you to be someone else for me

Stay as you are the darkest star
Shining for me
Majestically

I don’t want you to change anything you do
I don’t want you to be someone else for me

Written by Martin Gore (c) 2005 Grabbing Hands Music Ltd./EMI Music Publishing Ltd

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The Dead Of Night

We're the horniest boys
With the corniest ploys
Who take the easiest girls
To our sleaziest worlds

With our lecherous plans
In our treacherous hands
You'd be wasting your time
Saying no, it's a crime

All that we live for you'll regret
All you remember we'll forget

We are the dead of night
We're in the zombie room
We're twilight's parasites
With self-inflicted wounds

We are the dead of night
We're in the zombie room
Heavenly oversights
Eating from silver spoons

With our decadent minds
And our innocent lines
You'll be playing our games
With your bodies in flames

When delirious fun
Has seriously begun
You'll be down on your knees
You'll be begging us please

All we're demanding you'll supply
All we're accused of we'll deny

We are the dead of night
We're in the zombie room
We're twilight's parasites
With self-inflicted wounds

We are the dead of night
We're in the zombie room
Heavenly oversights
Eating from silver spoons

Words by Martin L. Gore (c) 2001 Grabbing Hands Music Ltd./EMI Music Publishing Ltd

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The Landscape Is Changing

The landscape is changing
The landscape is crying
Thousands of acres of forest are dying
Carbon copies from the hills above the forest line
Acid streams are flowing ill across the countryside

'Cause I don't care if you're going nowhere
Just take good care of the world
I don't care if you're going nowhere
Just take good care of the world

Now we're re-arranging
There's no use denying
Mountains and valleys, can't you hear them sighing
Evolution, the solution or the certainty
Can you imagine this intrusion of their privacy

Token gestures, some semblance of intelligence
Can we be blamed for the security of ignorance

Words by Alan Wilder (c) 1983 PRS Publishing

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The Love Thieves

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

Words by Martin Gore (c) 1997 Grabbing Hands Music Ltd./EMI Music Publishing Ltd

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The Meaning Of Love

I've read more than a hundred books,
Seeing love mentioned many thousand times,
But despite all the places I've looked,
It's still no clearer,
It's just not enough,
I'm still no nearer
The meaning of love

Noted down all my observations
Spent an evening watching television
Still I couldn't say with precision
Know it's a feeling and it comes from above,
But what's the meaning
The meaning of love
(Tell me).

From the notes that I've made so far
Love seems something like wanting a scar,
But I could be wrong
I'm just not sure you see
I've never been in love before
Next I asked several friends of mine
If they could spare a few minutes of their time,
Their looks suggested that I've lost my mind,
Tell me the answer
My Lord high above
Tell me the meaning,
The meaning of love

From the notes that I've made so far
Love seems something like wanting a scar,
But I could be wrong
I'm just not sure you see
I've never been in love before
The meaning of love
(Tell me)
The meaning of love
(Tell me)

Words by Martin Gore (c) 1982 Sonet Records & Publishing Ltd.