Blasphemous Rumours歌词

Blasphemous Rumours
Gregorian
Master of Chant III
Made by rohi qq 16921452 专搜冷僻歌
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 burning in her mind
She takes the blame
It’s always the same
She goes down to 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
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’s 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
Aaah...
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