Lyrics

It's a twelve o'clock depression My mind is in recession, and I can't answer you It's the day I can't remember I think it's late September, or is it April blue, yeah? I can't find (I can't find) peace of mind (peace of mind) In a world so unkind It's just a little heartbreaker Just a little heartbreaker, yeah It's a sticky situation when I'm near hallucination And I refuse to bow They used to think me funny when I promised them their money But they're not laughing now I can't find (I can't find) peace of mind (peace of mind) Then she calls me just in time She's a gift with a golden gun, and she's got them on the run She's a gift with a golden gun, 'cause she knows what they've done I can't find (I can't find) peace of mind (peace of mind) Then she calls me just in time She's a gift with a golden gun, and she's got them on the run She's a gift with a golden gun, 'cause she knows what they've done Just what they've done, done, done, done, done What they've done, done, done, done, done Just what they've done, done, done, done, done (Whoa, oh-oh-oh, oh) (Whoa, oh-oh-oh, oh) (Whoa, oh-oh-oh, oh) (Whoa, oh-oh-oh, oh)
Writer(s): David Paich, Bobby Kimball Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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