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Girl of sixteen, whole life ahead of her |
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Slashed her wrists, bored with life |
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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 |
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Sixteen candles burn in her mind |
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She takes the blame, 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 any blasphemous rumours |
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But i think that god's got a sick sense of humor |
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And when i die i expect to find him laughing |
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Girl of eighteen, fell in love with everything |
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Found new life in jesus christ |
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Hit by a car, ended up |
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On a life support machine |
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Summer's day, as she passed away |
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Birds were singing in the summer sky |
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Then came the rain, and once again |
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A tear fell from her mother's eye |
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I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours |
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But i think that god's got a sick sense of humor |
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And when i die i expect to find him laughing |
