Depeche Mode

^F#m Girl of sixteen whole life ahead of her,
Slashed her wrists, bored with life.
Didn't succeed, thank the Lord,
^Bm for small ^C# mercies. ^F#m
F#m 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 g ^Bm oes down on her knees and prays ^F#m .
(Chorus)
I d ^D on't want to start any ^A/C# blasphemous rumours, but I
t ^Bm7 hink that God's got a s ^D ick sense of humour, and
w ^E9sus4 hen I die, I expect to find Him ^D laughing.
(End Chorus)
(Verses 3 and 4 same as 1 and 2. Words below.)
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.
(Chorus over and over again until fade)