Well

the

mor-

ning

was

comp

-

lete.

There

was

tears

on

the

steer-

ing

wheel

drip-

ping

on

the

seat,

Seve-

ral

hours

or

seve-

ral

weeks,

I'd

have

the

cheek

to

say

they're

equ-

al-

ly

as

bleak!

It's

the

begin-

ning

of

the

end,

the

car

went

up

the

hill,

And

dis

-

ap-

pear-

ed

a-

round

the

bend,

ask

a-

ny-

one

they'll

tell

you

that.

It's

these

times

that it

tends,

The

start

to

break-

ing

up,

to

start

to

fall

a-

part

Oh!

hold

on

to

your

heart.

Do

me

a

favour

and

break

my

nose!

Do

me

a

favour

and

tell

me

to

go

a-

way!

Do

me

a

favour

and

stop

ask-

ing

ques-

tions!

She

walk-

ed

a-

way,

well

her

shoes

were

untied,

And

the

eyes

were

all

red,

You

could

see

that

we'd

cried,

and

I

watched

and

I

wait-

ed,

'Till

she

was

in-

side,

forc-

ing

a

smile

and

wav

-

ing

good-

bye.

Cu

-

ri

-

ou-

si-

ty

be-

comes

a

hea-

vy

load,

Too

hea-

vy

to

hold,

too

hea-

vy

to

hold.

Cu

-

ri

-

ou-

si-

ty

be-

comes

a

hea-

vy

load,

Too

hea-

vy

to

hold,

will

force

you

to

be

cold.

And

do

me

a

fav-

our,

and

ask

if

you

need

some

help!

She

said,

do

me

a

fav-

our

and

stop

flat-

ter-

ing

your-

self!

How

to

tear

a-

part

the

ties

that

bind,

per-

haps

'fuck

off'

might

be

too

kind,

per-

haps

'fuck

off'

might

be

too

kind,