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John Lennon I'm Losing You Lyrics

Last updated: 08/18/2010 11:00:00 AM

Here in some stranger's room
Late in the afternoon
What am I doing here at all?
Ain't no doubt about it
I'm losing you
I'm losing you

Somehow the wires got crossed
Communication's lost
Can't even get you on the telephone
Just got to shout about it
I'm losing you
I'm losing you

Well, here in the valley of indecision
I don't know what to do
I feel you slipping away
I feel you slipping away
I'm losing you
I'm losing you

Well now, you say you're not getting enough
But I remind you of all that bad, bad, bad stuff
So what the hell am I supposed to do?
Just put a bandaid on it?
And stop the bleeding now
Stop the bleeding now

I'm losing you
I'm losing you
Well, well, well

I know I hurt you then
But hell, that was way back when
Well, do you still have to carry that cross? (drop it)
Don't want to hear about it
I'm losing you
I'm losing you
Don't want to lose you now
So long ago

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One of Lennon's most memorable songs | Reviewer: Grinning Dog | 8/18/10

I'm Losing You originally appeared on John Lennon's final studio album, Double Fantasy, released in 1980, mere weeks before he was murdered.
The album featured some terrific material from Lennon, such as Woman, Starting Over, and Watching the Wheels. However, one of the highlights of the album is I'm Losing You, a bluesy rock song. While admittedly overproduced, the version of I'm Losing You features a superb Lennon vocal and some cracking new age guitar riffs. In recent years, it has almost become a universal truth that the version Lennon played in the studio with Cheap Trick (and featured on the 1998 John Lennon Anthology collection), is superior, I disagree. I think the Double Fantasy version has a superior Lennon vocal, albeit with a little less raw emotion. I also like the production, and it is the last piece of acid Lennon spewed on record, in his own inimitable way of course. Rest in peace JL. XX