^BmI'm just a loser in the game of love ^GI'm just a stray boy in the shade ^AAnd how I wish to know what love is like ^EmTo find someone to c^F#mi, ^Gontemplate

^BmThere's a voice and a million answers To the questions I don't ask ^GA demon — I've got to contain ^AA ^demon, ^—, ^I've, ^got, ^to, ^contain ^AWhen I'm walking through the fen

Gonna deep into the black

^EmThere are whispers tha^F#mt I can't r^Gestrain Don't give ^Din

Chorus:
^DRise^D/C# to fam^Bme — tim^Bme wi^Dll c^Aome ^DMake^D/C# your cl^Bmaim — ^Bmtime ^Dhas ^Acome ^DFor the crow^D/C# who fly awa^Bmy

Bmi, G, A, -, Emi, F#mi, G

^BmSo you're an angel meant to walk down here ^GAnd you believe it's all divine ^AAnd you don't play by all those temporal rules ^EmWatch the wor^F#mld begin to die^G

Alright ^Bm— when the lamb's been torn to pieces, I've been crashing from the sky ^GFa^Allen to care for the pray, they put a spoke right in your wheel ^EmF#mI'm the one to^G dare the weak, to push you all over the pain You g^Dive in — oh

Chorus
solo: Sascha Paeth

D, Bmi, -, G, A D, Bmi, -

^BmI close my eyes and I see what's coming my wa^Dy ^Bmi, ^D, ^Bmi, ^D, ^Bm|, ^D, ^Emi, ^Bmi ^BmHe's got t^Dre^Bmasu^Dre^Bm in^| h^Dis^Em ey^Ges that he's gonna turn to clay

^GHm, I'm a stranger, I'm^G a changer and I'm danger Maybe

^BmFallen ange^Dl - wa^D/C#iting for the p^Arey ^BmThe devil h^Das com^D/C#e to take a mai^Amed away ^BmPenetration^D of th^D/C#e twisted mind ^A ^BmThe evil is^D out f^D/C#or the weak and^A blind

^GI can feel it in your voi^Emce Ev^Aer so s^(Bmi, ^D, ^D/C#, ^A)weet, no ^GDo I really have a cho^Emice? No^A, no,^(Bmi, ^D, ^D/C#, ^A) no!

^BmOh, you^D burn ^D/C#your feet on un^Aholy ground ^BmYou roa^Dm the ^D/C#barren wicked p^Alains abound ^BmIn evil^D eyes ^D/C#and evil speak ^A ^BmAbout i^Dt all ^D/C#your evil freak^As

^GWhen you say it's^Em all divine ^Aand m^Bmeant to^D, ^D/C#, ^A be ^GWhat about your^Em flesh and blood a^And de^Bmfires like me?

Their evil eyes are looking down on you And those who don't are losing sight of you Face the rage to chase away The specter of disgrace and shame Withered roses dying on the ledge

^AYo^witheredu dream o^dreamerf love b^standingut you wa^onke ^theup t^edgeo pain You're better off to join in my game

^GThen she'll better off to c^Emry contrite te^Aars ^GOne day she'll won^Emder why she ha^Ad to let you disa^Gppear,

^DRise^D/C# to fam^Bme — your time has come ^BmTime wi^Dll come ^Ato take the sun

^DMake^D/C# your c^Bmlaim - you're drawn to the sound ^BmTime ha^Ds come —^A you're leaving ground

Rise to fame - the flight of the crow Time will come - cross the line Your time has come - for the crow to fly away It's a flight to hell Can you hear the bell The devil has come To take your soul away

^ABm^flight G A E ^tom F ^hell, ^-, ^alright#m Bmi, G, A, Emi, F#mi

I'm a stranger I'm a changer And I'm danger Fallen angel Waiting for the prey

Avantasia - The Scarecrow