A C D     A         C D                A     C D   A C D
I         admit it,       what’s to say?
A C D A        C D           A   C D    A C D
I’ll    relive it without pain
A
Back-street lover on the side of the road
A
I gotta bomb in my temple that is gonna explode
A                                                  Bb
I got a sixteen gauge buried under my clothes
Bb
I play

Refrão

G      A           Bb C                 G         A    Bb C
Once upon a time I could control myself
G      A           Bb C             G       A        Bb C
Once upon a time I could lose myself, yeah

     A C D       A     C D            A     C D   A C D
Oh try and mimic what’s insane
A C D A     C          D     A     C D    A C D
I am in it   where do I stand?
A
Oh, Indian summer and I hate the heat
A
I got a back street lover on the passenger seat
A
I got my hand in my pocket, so determined, discreet
Bb
I pray

Refrão

G      A           Bb C                 G         A    Bb C
Once upon a time I could control myself
G      A           Bb C             G       A        Bb C
Once upon a time I could lose myself, yeah

Refrão

G      A           Bb C                 G         A    Bb C
Once upon a time I could control myself
G      A           Bb C             G       A        Bb C
Once upon a time I could lose myself, yeah

G      A           Bb C                 G         A    Bb C
Once upon a time I could control myself
G      A           Bb C             G       A        Bb C
Once upon a time I could lose myself, yeah

G     A
Once
Bb    C
Once
G  A
Once
Bb C
Once
G   A
Once
Bb  C
Once
G         A   Bb C
Yeah, yeah