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I woke up in the backseat of my '91 Explorer Sleeping off a three-day party I barely could recall I stumbled to the sidewalk, lit the last of a half-broke cigarette And wondered why I left my home and came down here at all I had no real connections, just some drugged-out, strung-out losers And a handful of half-songs no one would ever hear I couldn't see my future in the bottom of a bottle I was living in my car, but honey, I was going nowhere All the loose change in my pockets, and the patches on my jeans Won't buy away the blues that the world's afforded me But I'd sell my soul to write a song, to save me from this trip I'm on 'Cause peace of mind is hard to find when you're on a losing streak Peace of mind is hard to find when you're on a losing streak, yeah On the brink of mental breakdown, I spent two weeks in the same clothes Sleeping in the shoes no one wished they were in Waking up at sundown, on the dark side of the party I was lost and slipping lower than the low had ever been All the loose change in my pockets, and the patches on my jeans Won't buy away the blues that the world's afforded me But I'd sell my soul to write a song, to save me from this trip I'm on 'Cause peace of mind is hard to find when you're on a losing streak Peace of mind is hard to find when you're on a losing streak Letras de cancionesPeace of mind is hard to find when you're on a losing streak I said, peace of mind is hard to find when you're on a losing streak, yeah They say everybody loses, just count your lucky bruises, baby Gonna let that yellow sunshine wrap its warmth around my mind, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah From Letras Mania