Текст песни Blasphemous Rumours - Depeche Mode
Girl
of
16,
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
16
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
18,
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
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