| Well, the mourning was complete
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| When 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
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| The car went up the hill and disappeared around the bend
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| Ask anyone, they’ll tell you that it’s these times that it tends
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| To start to break in half, to start to fall apart, hold on to your heart
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| And do me a favour and break my nose
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| Or do me a favour and tell me to go away
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| Or do me a favour and stop asking questions
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| She walked away while her shoes were untied
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| And the eyes were all red, you could see that we’d cried
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| And I watched and I waited 'til she was inside
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| Forcing a smile and waving goodbye
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| Curiosity becomes a heavy load
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| Too heavy to hold, too heavy to hold
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| Curiosity becomes a heavy load
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| Too heavy to hold, will force you to be cold
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| 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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| And to tear apart the ties that bind
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| Perhaps «Fuck off» might be too kind
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| Perhaps «Fuck off» might be too kind |