Key: D major
Intro 1
D
Verse 1
D
G
We were high as fucking cots
Above the city,
D
A
D
as when you turn to walk away
Had to silo my addiction,
Em
A
In the guts of the glory days
D
A
G
I looked death in the eye once awake
Em
A
For a couple of years
D
G
Come on, teach me self -control
A
G
make anyone feel like this
I don't think I could make
D
Bm
anyone feel like this
Don't think I could make
A
D
anyone feel this shit
My formative years,
I got as drunk as anyone
Bm
D
A
G
And I wonder how that will affect me
Em
A
Now that those years have been and gone
my mind malnourished,
D
Em
A
Never giving, always taking
our heads
To distract ourselves
if it's all for passion's sake
this or my life
Would have been a complete waste
D
G
Come on, teach me self -control
A
D
Bm
An d I don't think that I
A
G
could make anyone feel like this
anyone feel like
A
G
anyone feel this shit
These streets unfamiliar but sincere
Let myself disappear
in the warmth of the backstage
Press my knees into the fake sheepskin
D
G
But trying to keep a man on it
I want to thrive in happiness
Em
A
G
I want to be in love again
D
A
Come on, teach me self -control
G
D
Come on, tell me what to say
A
G
D
A
Come on, teach me self -control
G
D
Come on, tell me what to say
A
G
make anyone feel like this
I don't think I could make
D
Bm
anyone feel like this
Don't think I could make
A
G
A
anyone feel this shit
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsD Bm G A Em
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