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Depeche Mode – Blasphemous Rumours – 1984

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    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 rumors
    But I think that God’s
    Got a sick sense of humor
    And when I die
    I expect to find Him laughing

    I don’t want to start
    Any blasphemous rumors
    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 rumors
    But I think that God’s
    Got a sick sense of humor
    And when I die
    I expect to find Him laughing

    I don’t want to start
    Any blasphemous rumors
    But I think that God’s
    Got a sick sense of humor
    And when I die
    I expect to find Him laughing

    I don’t want to start
    Any blasphemous rumors
    But I think that God’s
    Got a sick sense of humor
    And when I die
    I expect to find Him laughing

    I don’t want to start
    Any blasphemous rumors
    But I think that God’s
    Got a sick sense of humor
    And when I die
    I expect to find Him laughing

    I don’t want to start
    Any blasphemous rumors
    But I think that God’s
    Got a sick sense of humor
    And when I die
    I expect to find Him laughing