Well, the morning was complete
When there were 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

And do me a favor and break my nose
Oh do me a favor and tell me to go away
Oh do me a favor and stop asking questions

She walked away while her shoes were untied
And her eyes were all red
You could see that she'd cried
And I watched, and I waited 'til she went 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, will force you to be cold

And do me a favor, and ask, if you need some help
She said, do me a favor, and stop flattering yourself
And to tear apart the ties that bind
Perhaps "fuck off" might be too kind
Perhaps "fuck off" might be too kind

Oh the Monkeys in the Royal Albert Hall

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