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Tuning: G C E A
[Intro]
A
[Verse]
[Chorus]
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 timeGOnceA 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