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Girl of sixteen |
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Whole life ahead of her |
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Slashed her wrists |
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Bored with life |
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Didn't succeed |
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Thank the Lord |
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For small mercies |
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Fighting back the tears |
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Mother reads the note again |
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Sixteen candles burn in her mind |
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She takes the blame |
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It's always the same |
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She goes down on her knees and prays |
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I don't want to start |
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Any blasphemous rumours |
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But I think that God's |
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Got a sick sense of humor |
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And when I die |
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I expect to find Him laughing |
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Laughing |
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Girl of eighteen |
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Fell in love with everything |
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Found new life |
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In Jesus Christ |
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Hit by a car |
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Ended up |
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On a life support machine |
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Summer's day |
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As she passed away |
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Birds were singing |
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In the summer sky |
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Then came the rain |
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And once again |
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A tear fell |
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From her mother's eye |
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I don't want to start |
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Any blasphemous rumours |
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But I think that God's |
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Got a sick sense of humor |
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And when I die |
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I expect to find Him laughing |
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I don't want to start |
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Any blasphemous rumours |
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But I think that God's |
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Got a sick sense of humor |
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And when I die |
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I expect to find Him laughing |
