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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Imani Coppola
Imani Coppola
Guitar
Michael Mangini
Michael Mangini
Guitar
Carl Rushing
Carl Rushing
Vocals
Skoti Alain Elliot
Skoti Alain Elliot
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Imani Coppola
Imani Coppola
Composer
Michael Mangini
Michael Mangini
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Mangini
Michael Mangini
Producer
Ross Elliot
Ross Elliot
Executive Producer
Skoti Alain Elliot
Skoti Alain Elliot
Mixing Engineer
Sharon Kearney
Sharon Kearney
Assistant Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Well, come take my hand and I'll show you to a place
A spacey place, a place with space
Where there's a vase in a case
And flowers in a vase
And my, my, my
In this world, it's hard to find
Within yourself some piece of mind
I'm a-looking for something I, aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye
Have yet to find some peace of mind
This world makes no sense
Hey, what's up?
How ya doing? Where ya going to?
I need to find a place to go, not to the Alamo
With ho's and bro's standing under mistletoe
My, my, my
In this world, it's hard to find
Within yourself some piece of mind
I'm a-looking for something I, aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye
Have yet to find some peace of mind
TV is good but I like movies better
We'll all be equipped with one of these in the future
Summer is nice but I like autumn better
It suddenly occurred to me with pieces of the picture
This world makes no sense
It's abusive elusive and constantly conflicting
And I wish I could just be a part of it all (just be a part of it all)
In this world, it's hard to find
Within yourself some piece of mind
I'm a-looking for something I, aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye
Have yet to find some peace of mind
Written by: I. Coppola, Michael Mangini
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