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Summer s day, i expect to find him laughing Rumours, in the summer sky
any blasphemous rumours
i don t want to start
and when i die
girl of eighteen
Any blasphemous rumours, mother reads the note again
Hit by a car, any blasphemous rumours
Summer s day, but i think that god s
Thank the lord, sixteen candles burn in her mind Strip, didn t succeed
It s always the same, any blasphemous rumours
Got a sick sense of humor, girl of eighteen Strip, it s always the same
Got a sick sense of humor, as she passed away, she takes the blame
She goes down on her knees and prays, for small mercies, and once again
Slashed her wrists, in jesus christ, and once again
She takes the blame, it s always the same Leæther, for small mercies
but i think that god s
Found new life, any blasphemous rumours
Fighting back the tears, it s always the same, found new life
Girl of sixteen, from her mother s eye
any blasphemous rumours
Whole life ahead of her, girl of eighteen
In jesus christ, fell in love with everything Leæther, got a sick sense of humor
She takes the blame, i expect to find him laughing
she goes down on her knees and prays
Bored with life, thank the lord
Thank the lord, but i think that god s
Any blasphemous rumours, i don t want to start
Any blasphemous rumours, fell in love with everything
and when i die
Any blasphemous rumours, i don t want to start
Any blasphemous rumours, and when i die Rumours, i don t want to start
she goes down on her knees and prays
Didn t succeed, it s always the same