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Well I guess I had myself some fun last night

I don’t remember a thing but I’m trying with all my might

Well my brain’s a shameful blur

But one thing is for sure

I found myself another lost weekend

Well my hands are sore and there’s lumps upside my head

Some teen-age girl is sleeping in my bed

And if I don’t lie down quick

I believe that I’ll get sick

Repentance for another lost weekend

I wish somebody’d tell me just who and what I did

Why is this ring on my finger and who’s that screaming kid?

My phone is ringing, I hear I put on quite a show

And the more I learn the less I want to know

Well I wanna dig a hole and die

But I couldn’t even if I tried

I found myself another lost weekend

I’m praying to the porcelain god down on my knees

Said I’ll swear off if you’ll only help me please

And as my guts run down the drain

I sing one last refrain

I’ll never find another lost weekend

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