Lyrics of Lost weekend

Lloyd Cole

pochette album Lost weekend
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Release date : 12/10/1998

Duration : 0:03:12

Style : Pop



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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 lonelyheart`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 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.

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