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Lloyd Cole - Lost Weekend

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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 miss lonelyheart`s pen

With which I wrote for you a lovesong in tatoo

Upon my palm `twas stolen from me when jesus took my hand

You see I i wouldnt say it if I didnt mean it

Drop me and i`ll fall to pieces too easily

I was a king bee with a head full of attitude

Wore my heart on my sleeve like a stained

My aim was to taboo you

Could we meet in the marketplace

Did I ever hey please did you wound my knees

You see I i wouldnt say it if I didnt mean it

Drop me and i`ll fall to pieces

Yes it`s too easy and theres nobody else to blame

Will I hang my head in a crying shame

There is nobody else to blame nobody else except my sweet self

Again it took a lost weekend in a hotel in amsterdam

Twenty four gone years to conclude in tears

That 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

And ashtray heart on my sleeve wounded knees

And my one love song was a tatoo upon my palm

You wrote upon me when you took my hand

You see I i wouldnt say it if I didnt mean it

Drop me and i`ll fall to pieces too easily

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