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{Verse 1 and 2} 
 
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Girl of sixteen whole life ahead of her, 

Slashed her wrists, bored with life. 

Didn't succeed, thank the Lord, 
 

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for small mercies. 
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Fighting back the tears, mother reads the note again, 

Sixteen candles burn in her mind. 

She takes the blame, it's always the same, 
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she goes down on her knees and prays. 
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I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours, but I 
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think that God's got a sick sense of humour, and 
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when I die, I expect to find Him 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}