[Intro] Em F Em F Em F Em F [Primera Parte]Em F Em Girl of sixteen, whole life ahead of herF Slashed her wrists, bored with lifeEm F Didn't succeed, thank the LordAm B Em For small mercies [Interludio] Em F Em F Em F Em FEm F Em Fighting back the tears, mother reads the note againF Sixteen candles burn in her mindEm F She takes the blame, it's always the sameAm B Em She goes down on her knees and prays [Interludio] Em F Em F [Estribillo]C9 G/B I don't want to start any blasphemous rumoursA7(4) C9 But I think that God's got a sick sense of humourD4 C9 And when I die, I expect to find him laughing [Interludio] Em F Em F Em F Em F [Estribillo]C9 G/B I don't want to start any blasphemous rumoursA7(4) C9 But I think that God's got a sick sense of humourD4 C9 And when I die, I expect to find him laughing [Interludio] Em F Em F Em F Em F [Tercera Parte]Em F Em Girl of eighteen, fell in love with everythingF Found new life in Jesus ChristEm F Hit by a car, ended upAm B Em On a life support machine [Interludio] Em F Em F Em F Em F [Cuarta Parte]Em F Em Summer's day as she passed awayF Birds were singing in the summer skyEm F Then came the rain and once againAm B Em A tear fell from her mother's eye [Estribillo]C9 G/B I don't want to start any blasphemous rumoursA7(4) C9 But I think that God's got a sick sense of humourD4 C9 And when I die, I expect to find him laughingC9 G/B I don't want to start any blasphemous rumoursA7(4) C9 But I think that God's got a sick sense of humourD4 C9 And when I die, I expect to find him laughingC9 G/B I don't want to start any blasphemous rumoursA7(4) C9 But I think that God's got a sick sense of humourD4 C9 And when I die, I expect to find him laughingC9 G/B I don't want to start any blasphemous rumoursA7(4) C9 But I think that God's got a sick sense of humourD4 C9 And when I die, I expect to find him laughingC9 G/B I don't want to start any blasphemous rumoursA7(4) C9 But I think that God's got a sick sense of humourD4 C9 And when I die, I expect to find him laughingC9 G/B I don't want to start any blasphemous rumoursA7(4) C9 But I think that God's got a sick sense of humourD4 C9 And when I die, I expect to find him laughing
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