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Dave was from out of town |
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Manchester's likely too |
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Had read De Sade to Marx |
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More read than me and you |
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Scaffolding pays good bread |
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It pays for drugs and kicks |
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Dave only had one love |
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Had no real need for chicks |
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Dave was so far ahead |
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But now he's dead |
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I'm not going to cry |
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I bet he hit that water high |
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I guess he lost control |
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And welcomed in the night |
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It was too much for him |
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What were his thoughts that night? |
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The River Thames is cold |
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It keeps on flowing on |
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But it left Dave alone |
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It just kept flowing on |
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There's city sickness here |
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But now he's dead |
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Late night a street in the west of the city |
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There was a place there where he lost himself |
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Strange feelings did he feel there |
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Strange people did he meet there |
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Angry sounds did he hear there |
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Like the howling of bulls |
