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                   G#
It's always like this -
Somebody puts some gunpowder into my brain,
          D#
Into my brain -
          C#             G#
And then waits for the spark.
                G#
And I say to myself -
Come on now, do you really have to be that insane?
           D#
Be that insane -
     C#          D#
Than off I go... 

Suppose I was made of steel,
I'll find myself a magnet,
And I'll call it your name,
Call it your name
And then paint it bright;
And you'll destroy me with light,
You'll burn me to cinders with your hands on my wheel -
Your hands on my wheel;
And then off I'll go. 

D#                                 G#
All in all - it's another step to heaven,
        F#m         Bm      D#
And in heaven it's easy to see -
           C#             D#
It was the angel, that's calling me;
           G#      
It was the angel, that's calling me;
           C#         D#                  F#m  D#
It was the angel, and I just did what he said;
           C#              D#
It was the angel, and I'm satisfied;
           G#
It was the angel, and I cried and I cried,
        C#
And I tried and I tried,
       D#                      F#m  D#
And I can't get you out of my head.