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Lost Weekend

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  • 1989.01.01
  • 3:14
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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 lovesong 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 Too 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 taboo, you Could we meet 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 except 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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