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Dave ran away to the circus To get away from the clowns To give his life some purpose Before he shot somebody down He stopped at every service station On the motorway heading west And drove the central reservation Into the center of his chest And the world carries on without Davy It's not a worse or better place Uglier and safer maybe But that's a question of personal taste 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 D A V E Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeeh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeeh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeeh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeeh, yeeh Monday I do the laundry Tuesday pay the bills Wednesday the gospel According to the supermarket tills Thursday, empty the dustbins Friday, I visit my mum's It's just a simple loss adjustment Until the weekend comes And the world carries on without Davy It's not a worse or better place Uglier and safer maybe But that's a question of personal taste Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeeh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeeh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeeh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeeh, yeeh And the world carries on without Davy It's not a worse or better place Uglier and safer maybe But that's a question of personal taste I might run away to the circus To get away from the clowns To give my life some purpose Before I shoot somebody down |