Depeche Mode Blasphemous Rumours ( Live From 101 HD)
Lyrics 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 humour And when I die, I expect to find him laughing I don t want to start any blasphemous rumours But I think that God s got a sick sense of humour 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 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
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