Key: G
Introduction: Bm
G
Em
A
F#m
Bm
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Em
A
F#m
Bm
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Soft glow on the city
Em
A
F#m
She said, "There's no one here who can touch you now"
Bm
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Caught the last flight out of LAX
Em
A
F#m
With your one-way ticket, New York-bound
Bm
G
Climb so high, don't make a sound
Em
A
F#m
Don't you forget what goes up must come down
Bm
G
Em
A
Climb so high, tell me how it feels
Bm
G
Call me when you're ready to be real
Em
A
Black Madonna, hallelujah
F#m
Bm
G
Makes no difference here, so let's be real
Em
A
Black Madonna, my black flower
F#m
Bm
Em
Nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide
A
Bm
Em
You're not havin' fun, I think that you should ride
A
Bm
G
Call me when you're ready to be real
Em
A
Bm
Black Madonna, my hallelujah
Bm
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On the phone you sound shifty
Em
A
F#m
You say that you're at home, alone right now
Bm
G
But in the background there's a muffled laugh
Em
A
F#m
As you spin that wool and pull it down
Bm
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Climb so high, don't hear a sound
Em
A
F#m
Don't you forget what goes around, comes around
Bm
G
Em
A
Climb so high, tell me how to feel
Bm
G
Call me when you're ready to be real
Em
A
Black Madonna, hallelujah
F#m
Bm
G
Makes no difference here, so let's be real
Em
A
Black Madonna, my black flower
Bm
A
Nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide
A
Bm
Em
Says it should be gone, at least it was this time
A
Bm
G
Call me when you're ready to be real
Em
A
Bm
Black Madonna, my hallelujah
Bm
G
Call me when you're ready to be real
Em
A
Black Madonna, hallelujah
F#m
Bm
G
Makes no difference here, so let's be real
Em
A
Black Madonna, my black flower
F#m
Bm
Em
Nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide
A
Bm
Em
You're not havin' fun, I think that you should ride
A
Bm
G
Call me when you're ready to be real
Em
A
Bm
Black Madonna, my hallelujah