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[Intro] A [Verse]
AI C D adAmit it,C Dwhat's to Asay?C D A C D AI'Cll DrelAive it C wDithout pAainC D A C D ABack-street lover on the side of the road AI gotta bomb in my temple that is gonna explode AI got a sixteen gauge buried unBbder my clothes BbI play
[Chorus]
GOnceA upon a BbtimeC I could conGtrol myAselfBb C GOnceA upon a BbtimeC I could Glose myAself, BbyeahC
[Verse]
Oh AtrCy Dand AmimicC Dwhat's inAsaneC D A C D AI C Dam Ain it;C where Ddo I Astand?C D A C D AOh, Indian summer and I hate the heat AI got a back street lover on the passenger seat AI got my hand in my pocket, so determined, discreet I Bbpray
[Chorus]
GOnceA upon a BbtimeC I could conGtrol myAself Bb C GOnceA upon a BbtimeC I could Glose myAself, Bbyeah C
[Solo] [Bridge]

N.C.

You think I got my eyes closed? I've been looking at you the whole fucking time
[Chorus]
GOnceA upon a BbtimeC I could conGtrol myAselfBb C GOnceA upon a BbtimeC I could Glose myAself, BbyeahC
[Chorus]
GOnceA upon a BbtimeC I could Glove myAself, BbyeahC GOnceA upon a BbtimeC I could Glove you, Ayeah, BbyeahC
GOnceA BbOnceC GOnceA BbOnceC GOnceA BbOnceC GYeah, AyeahBb C