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Blasphemous Rumours - Depeche Mode (赶时髦乐队)
Written by：Martin L. Gore
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
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