06-12-2003 15:33 re:minds any1 ?
i d o n ' t want to start
got a s i c k sense of humor
i e x p e c t to find him laughing
(c) depeche mode, "blasphemous rumors"
any b l a s p h e m o u s rumors
but i think that g o d
got a s i c k sense of humor
and when i d i e
i e x p e c t to find him laughing
(c) depeche mode, "blasphemous rumors"
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K_Altos
06-12-2003 16:50
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Wanna be a Jedi
да ты подсел на депешей ни па децки 
Без музыки не нахожу ничего супер-сильного в данных текстах, если честно...
с музыкой канечно местами подпирает
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с музыкой канечно местами подпирает
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а ты остальные слова в этой песне помнишь? ооо, так там цельная история. типа, поучительная. что с богом не надо портить отношения.
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 humor
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 humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing
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 humor
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 humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing