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Download{t:Lost a weekend} {st:Lloyd Cole} {c:Intro:} [A][E][Fm][D] It took a lost weekend in a Hotel in Amsterdam And a [A]double p[E]neumonia in a [Fm]single[D] room And the [A]sickest [E]joke was the [Fm]price of the[D] medicine Are you [A]laughing at me [E]now, May I p[Fm]lease laugh[D] along with you This morning I woke, from a deep unquiet sleep With astray clothes and miss lonely heart pen With which I wrote for you a love song in a tattoo upon my arm 'twas stolen from me when Jesus took my hand {c:Chorus} [A]I, [E] [Fm] I wouldn't[D] say it if I didn't[A] mean i[E]t[Fm] drop me [D]and I'll fall to [A]piec[E]es too [Fm]easily[D] I was a king bee, with a head full of attitude Wore my hear on my sleeve like a stain and my aim was taboo - you could we meet in the market place did I ever hey please [A][E] Drop me and I'll fall to pieces too easily [A] [E] [Fm]Yes its[D] too easy and theres [C]Nobody left to [D]blame Will I [C]hang my head in a [D]crying shame There's [C]nobody left to[D] blame [C]Nobody except [D]my sweet self a[A]gain[E][Fm][D] 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 astray heart on my sleeve And my one love song was a tattoo upon my palm You wrote upon me when you took my hand {c:*same as first chorus repeated*} You see I I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it Drop me and I'l fall to pieces Too easily