Echobelly Everybody's Got One (1994) Insomniac A Bm E D I think you ought to know, I think we've lost control dear, Whatever turned you on, You put it up your nose dear, And though the feeling was sublime, I think we're running out of time, 'Cos when you found it, you'd fix it, Then lose it and then you'd go. [D]Will you be lon[E]g, [D]will...