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Lost Weekend - Lloyd Cole And The Commotions
Written by：Neil Robert Clark/Lloyd Cole/Lawrence Donegan
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
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
