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[Primeira Parte]

Em                             F         Em
Girl of sixteen, whole life ahead of her
                                F
Slashed her wrists, bored with life
Em                        F
Didn't succeed, thank the Lord
Am       B       Em
For small mercies

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Em                                       F           Em
Fighting back the tears, mother reads the note again
                           F
Sixteen candles burn in her mind
   Em                               F
She takes the blame, it's always the same
   Am               B         Em
She goes down on her knees and prays

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[Refrão]

  C9                      G/B
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
      A7(4)                  C9
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humour
    D4                               C9
And when I die, I expect to find him laughing

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[Refrão]

  C9                      G/B
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
      A7(4)                  C9
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humour
    D4                               C9
And when I die, I expect to find him laughing

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[Terceira Parte]

Em                                  F          Em
Girl of eighteen, fell in love with everything
                        F
Found new life in Jesus Christ
Em                 F
Hit by a car, ended up
Am           B           Em
On a life support machine

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[Quarta Parte]

Em                  F           Em
Summer's day as she passed away
                                F
Birds were singing in the summer sky
    Em                        F
Then came the rain and once again
  Am                 B         Em
A tear fell from her mother's eye

[Refrão]

  C9                      G/B
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
      A7(4)                  C9
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humour
    D4                               C9
And when I die, I expect to find him laughing 

  C9                      G/B
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
      A7(4)                  C9
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humour
    D4                               C9
And when I die, I expect to find him laughing 

  C9                      G/B
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
      A7(4)                  C9
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humour
    D4                               C9
And when I die, I expect to find him laughing 

  C9                      G/B
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
      A7(4)                  C9
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humour
    D4                               C9
And when I die, I expect to find him laughing 

  C9                      G/B
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
      A7(4)                  C9
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humour
    D4                               C9
And when I die, I expect to find him laughing 

  C9                      G/B
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
      A7(4)                  C9
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humour
    D4                               C9
And when I die, I expect to find him laughing