Dave ran away to the circus\\
To get away from the clowns,\\
To give his life some purpose,\\
Before he shot somebody down.\\
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He stopped at every service station,\\
On the motorway heading west,\\
And drove the centeral reservation\\
Into the centre of his chest.\\
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And the world carries on without davey\\
It's not a worse or better place,\\
Uglier and safer maybe,\\
But thats a question of personal taste.\\
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And every year come rain or sunshine,\\
I put flowers on his grave,\\
But it's not easy sometime,\\
I've learned to live in a world without DAVE\\
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Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh\\
Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh\\
Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh\\
Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh,Yeeh\\
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Monday I do the laundry,\\
Tuesday pay the bills\\
Wednesday the gospal according\\
to the supermarket tills.\\
Thurday empty the dustbins.\\
Friday I visit my mum's\\
It's just a simple loss adjustment\\
Until the weekend comes.\\
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And the world carries on without davey\\
It's not a worse or better place,\\
Uglier and safer maybe,\\
But thats a question of personal taste.\\
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Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh\\
Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh\\
Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh\\
Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh,Yeeh\\
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And the world carries on without davey\\
It's not a worse or better place,\\
Uglier and safer maybe,\\
But thats a question of personal taste.\\
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I might run away to the circus\\
To get away from the clowns\\
To give my life some purpose\\
Before I shoot somebody down.\\