Lost Weekend

Lloyd Cole

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    It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam
    And double pneumonia in a single room
    And the sickest joke was the price of the medicine
    Are you laughing at me now?
    May I please laugh along with you?

    This morning I woke up from a deep, unquiet sleep
    With ashtray clothes and this lonely heart's pen
    With which I wrote for you a love song in tattoo
    Upon my palm
    'Twas stolen from me when Jesus took my hand
    You see I, I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it
    Drop me and I'll fall to pieces so easily

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    I was a king bee with a head full of attitude
    Wore my heart on my sleeve like a stain
    And my aim was to prove you
    Could remain in the marketplace
    Did I ever, hey please, did you wound my knees?
    You see I, I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it
    Drop me and I'll fall to pieces
    Yeah, too easily
    There's nobody else to blame
    I hang my head in a crying shame
    There is nobody else to blame
    Nobody else 'cept my sweet self

    It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam
    Twenty-four gone years to conclude in tears
    And the sickest joke was the price of the medicine
    Are you laughing at me now?
    May I please laugh along?

    I was a king bee with a head full of attitude
    An ashtray heart on my sleeve, wounded knees
    And my one love song was a tattoo upon my palm
    You wrote upon me when you took my hand
    You see I, I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it
    Drop me and I'll fall to pieces too easily
    Too easily
    Too easily

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    Composición: Lloyd Cole And The Commotion, Neil Clark y Lawrence Francis Donegan

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