Lost Weekend Lloyd Cole & the Commotions
Intro
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It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam, and double
pneumonia in a single room
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And the sickest joke was the price of the medicine,
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Are you laughing at me now? May I please laugh along with
you?
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This morning I woke up from a deep unquiet sleep, With ashtray
clothes and Miss Lonely-Heartss pen,
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With which I wrote you a love song in tattoo on my palm, twas
stolen from me when Jesus took my hand.
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You see, I I wouldnt say it if I didnt mean it, drop me and Ill
fall to
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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
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Was taboo, you, could we meet in the market place? Did I ever,
hey please, did you wound my knees?
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You see, I I wouldnt say it if I didnt mean it, drop me and Ill
fall to
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Pieces, too easy.
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Theres no-one else to blame, I hang my head in a crying
shame,
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Theres nobody else to blame, nobody else cept my sweet self
again.
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It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam, 24 long years to
conclude in tears
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And the sickest joke was the price of the medicine, are you
laughing at me now? May I please laugh along ?
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I was a king bee with a head full of attitude, and an ashtray
heart on my sleeve, wounded knees.
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And my one love song was a tattoo upon my palm, you wrote upon
me when you took my hand.
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You see, I I wouldnt say it if I didnt mean it, drop me and Ill
fall to
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F#m D A(stop!)
Pieces, too easily, too easily, too easily.
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