Well the morning was complete.
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There was tears on the steering
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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,
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And disappeared around the bend,
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ask anyone they´ll tell you that.
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It´s these times that it ends,
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The start to breaking off, to start to fall apart
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Oh! hold on to your heart.
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Do me a favour and break my nose!
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Do me a favour and tell me to go away!
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Do me a favour and 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´d cried,
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and I watched and I waited,
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´Till 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,
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will force you to be cold.
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And do me a favour,
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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,
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perhaps ‘fuck up’, might be too kind,
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Perhaps ‘fuck up’, might be too kind.
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Do Me A Favour - Arctic Monkeys
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