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Well the morning was complete
There was tears on the steering wheel dripping on the seat
Several hours or several weeks
I'd have the cheek to say they're equally as bleak
It's the beginning of the end
The car went up the hill and disappeared around the bend
Ask anyone they'll tell you that it's these times that it tends
To start to break in half
To start to fall apart
Hold on to your heart
Do me a favour and break my nose
Do me a favour and tell me to go away
Do me a favour and stop asking questions
As she walked away
Well her shoes were untied
And the eyes were all red
You could see that we'd cried
And I watched and I waited until she was inside
Forcing a smile and waving goodbye
Curiosity becomes a heavy load
Too heavy to hold
Too heavy to hold
Curiosity becomes a heavy load
Too heavy to hold
Too heavy to hold
We'll force you to be cold
Do me a favour and ask if you need some help
She said do me a favour and stop flattering yourself
And to tear apart the tides that bind
Perhaps "Fuck off" might be too kind
Perhaps "Fuck off" might be too kind
Well the morning was complete   There was tears on the steering wheel dripping on the seat   Several hours or several weeks   I'd have the cheek to say they're equally as bleak   It's the beginning of the end   The car went up the hill and disappeared around the bend   Ask anyone they'll tell you that it's these times that it tends   To start to break in half   To start to fall apart   Hold on to your heart   Do me a favour and break my nose   Do me a favour and tell me to go away   Do me a favour and stop asking questions   As she walked away   Well her shoes were untied   And the eyes were all red   You could see that we'd cried   And I watched and I waited until she was inside   Forcing a smile and waving goodbye   Curiosity becomes a heavy load   Too heavy to hold   Too heavy to hold   Curiosity becomes a heavy load   Too heavy to hold   Too heavy to hold   We'll force you to be cold   Do me a favour and ask if you need some help   She said do me a favour and stop flattering yourself   And to tear apart the tides that bind   Perhaps "Fuck off" might be too kind   Perhaps "Fuck off" might be too kind
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