| It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam
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| And double pneumonia in a single room
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| And the sickest joke was the price of the medicine
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| Are you laughing at me now?
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| May I please laugh along with you?
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| This morning I woke up from a deep, unquiet sleep
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| With ashtray clothes and this lonely heart’s pen
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| With which I wrote for you a lovesong in tattoo upon my palm
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| 'Twas stolen from me when Jesus took my hand
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| You see I, I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it
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| Drop me and I’ll fall to pieces
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| Too easily
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| I was a king bee with a head full of attitude
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| Wore my heart on my sleeve like a stain
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| And my aim was taboo, you
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| Could we meet in the marketplace
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| Did I ever hey please, did you wound my knees?
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| You see I, I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it
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| Drop me and I’ll fall to pieces
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| Yeah too easily
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| There’s nobody else to blame
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| I hang my head in a crying shame
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| There is nobody else to blame
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| Nobody else except my sweet self
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| It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam
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| Twenty four gone years to conclude in tears
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| And the sickest joke was the price of the medicine
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| Are you laughing at me now
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| May I please laugh along?
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| I was a king bee with a head full of attitude
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| An ashtray heart on my sleeve, wounded knees
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| And my one love song was a tattoo upon my palm
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| You wrote upon me when you took my hand
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| You see I, I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it
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| Drop me and I’ll fall to pieces too easily
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| Too easily
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| Too easily |