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 Chorus x 2 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
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