Depeche Mode

“Blasphemous Rumors” by Depeche Mode.

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Words and music by Martin L. Gore. © 1984 Emile Music ASCAP.

Girl of 16, whole life ahead of her
Slashed her wrists, bored with life
Didn’t succeed, thank the lord for small mercies

Fighting back the tears mother reads the note again
16 candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame, it’s always the same
She goes down on her knees and prays

I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumors
But I think that God’s god a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find him laughing.

Girl of 18 fell in love with everything
Found new life in Jesus Christ
Hit by a car
Ended up on a life support machine

I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumors…

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

I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumors…

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“Personal Jesus” by Depeche Mode.

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Words and music by Martin L. Gore. © 1990 Emile Music ASCAP

Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers, someone who cares
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers, someone who’s there

Feeling unknown and you’re all alone
Flesh and bone by the telephone
Lift up the receiver, I’ll make you a believer
Take second best put me to the test
Things on your chest you need to confess
I will deliver, you know I’m a forgiver

Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal Jesus…

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“Walking In My Shoes” by Depeche Mode.

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Words by David Gahan. Music by Martin L. Gore. © 1992 EMI Music, 1993 Sire Records Co.

I would tell you about the things they put me through
The pain I’ve been subjected to
But the Lord himself would blush
The countless feasts laid at my feet, forbidden fruits for me to eat
But I think your pulse would start to rush

Now I’m not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions; try walking in my shoes
You’ll stumble in my footsteps, keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes

Morality would frown upon, decency look down upon
The scapegoat fate’s made of me
But I promise now, my judge and jurors my intentions could have not been purer
My case is easy to see

I’m not looking for a clearer conscience
Peace of mind after what I’ve been through
And before we talk of any repentance; try walking in my shoes…

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