Depeche Mode

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Girl of sixteen whole life ahead of her,
Slashed her wrists, bored with life.
Didn't succeed, thank the Lord,
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for small mercies.

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Fighting back the tears, mother reads the note again,
Sixteen candles burn in her mind.
She takes the blame, it's always the same,
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she goes down on her knees and prays.

Chorus:
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I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours, but I
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think that God's got a sick sense of humour, and
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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

Chorus:
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
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
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