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Scarred by the Devil
by Madeline
from the album Kissing and Dancing
Finger Picked
Intro: Am
Am E Am E Am
Scarred by the devil with pock mark on cheek.
E Am E
She sang like an angel with a voice that would
Am
never keep
Am C Am C C
And I mourn for her when her spirit rise. And I
E Am
don't want to go home.
Am E Am E
Pretty and peculiar. She glowed when dawn turned
Am E Am
dusk. The light gave off a buzz and the buzz it
E Am
gave off sparks.
Am C Am C C
I watched for crying but her eyes were dry. And I
E Am
don't want to go home.
Am E Am E
The day before Christmas her dear daddy took
Am E Am E
flight. She didn't bat her lashes as he walked into
Am
the night.
Am C Am C C
She screams for no one because no one is alone. And
E Am
I don't want to go home.
Am E Am E Am
I weep without thinking. I quiver at a touch. I
E Am E Am
will never be her. I wasn't built that tough.
Am C Am C
She talks without speaking. I don't talk at all. Am
C C E Am
Oh, when I'm this alone- I don't want to go home.
Am C Am C Am
History repeats and brings me to my knees. Over my
C Am C Am
shoulder she's older and older and I'm just a
C Am
little girl.
by Madeline
from the album Kissing and Dancing
Finger Picked
Intro: Am
Am E Am E Am
Scarred by the devil with pock mark on cheek.
E Am E
She sang like an angel with a voice that would
Am
never keep
Am C Am C C
And I mourn for her when her spirit rise. And I
E Am
don't want to go home.
Am E Am E
Pretty and peculiar. She glowed when dawn turned
Am E Am
dusk. The light gave off a buzz and the buzz it
E Am
gave off sparks.
Am C Am C C
I watched for crying but her eyes were dry. And I
E Am
don't want to go home.
Am E Am E
The day before Christmas her dear daddy took
Am E Am E
flight. She didn't bat her lashes as he walked into
Am
the night.
Am C Am C C
She screams for no one because no one is alone. And
E Am
I don't want to go home.
Am E Am E Am
I weep without thinking. I quiver at a touch. I
E Am E Am
will never be her. I wasn't built that tough.
Am C Am C
She talks without speaking. I don't talk at all. Am
C C E Am
Oh, when I'm this alone- I don't want to go home.
Am C Am C Am
History repeats and brings me to my knees. Over my
C Am C Am
shoulder she's older and older and I'm just a
C Am
little girl.
Madness
Madonna
Madrugada
Mads Langer
Madsen