Текст (слова) песни: Depeche Mode - Blasphemous Rumours
Girl of sixteen Whole life ahead of her Slashed her wrists Bored with life Didn`t succeed Thank the Lord For small mercies
Fighting back the tears Mother reads the note again Sixteen candles burn in her mind She takes the blame It`s always the same She goes down on her knees And prays
I don`t want to start Any blasphemous rumours But I think that God`s Got a sick sense of humor And when I die I expect to find Him laughing
Girl of eighteen Fell in love with everything Found new life in Jesus Christ Hit by a car Ended up On a life support machine
Summer`s day As she passed away Birds were singing In the summer`s sky Then came the rain And once again A tear fell From her mother`s eye
I don`t want to start Any blasphemous rumours But I think that God`s Got a sick sense of humor And when I die I expect to find Him laughing
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