Well the morning was complete.
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There was tears on the steering wheel dripping on the seat,
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Several hours or several weeks,
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I'd have the cheek to say they're equally as bleak!
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It's the beginning of the end, the car went up the hill,
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And disappeared around the bend, ask anyone they'll tell you that.
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It's these times that it tends,
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The start to breaking up, to start to fall apart
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Oh! hold on to your heart.
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Do me a favour, break my nose!
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Do me a favour, tell me to go away!
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Do me a favour, stop asking questions!
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She walked away, well her shoes were untied,
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And the eyes were all red,
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You could see that we've cried, and I watched and I waited,
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'Till she was inside, forcing a smile and waving goodbye.
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Curiousity becomes a heavy load,
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Too heavy to hold, too heavy to hold.
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Curiousity becomes a heavy load,
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Too heavy to hold, will force you to be cold.
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And do me a favour, and ask if you need some help!
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She said, do me a favour and stop flattering yourself!
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How to tear apart the ties that bind, perhaps fuck off, might be too kind,
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Perhaps fuck off, might be too kind.
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Do Me A Favour
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