Текст песни Depeche Mode - Blasphemous Rumours
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Girl of sixteenWhole life ahead of herSlashed her wrists Bored with lifeDidn`t succeed Thank the LordFor small merciesFighting back the tearsMother reads the note againSixteen candles burn in her mindShe takes the blameIt`s always the sameShe goes down on her kneesAnd praysI don`t want to start Any blasphemous rumoursBut I think that God`s Got a sick sense of humor And when I dieI expect to find Him laughingGirl of eighteenFell in love with everythingFound new life in Jesus ChristHit by a car Ended upOn a life support machineSummer`s day As she passed awayBirds were singing In the summer`s skyThen came the rainAnd once againA tear fellFrom her mother`s eyeI don`t want to startAny blasphemous rumoursBut I think that God`s Got a sick sense of humorAnd when I dieI expect to find Him laughingSsss....