Late nights, down the back streets, across the cobblestones we'd roam
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and laughing through the bar haze we would wait for Dave to show.
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Dave now, like his namesake, used to blow in on the breeze
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Put a smile on every face, slapping backs and squeezing knees
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Oh, we'd live and we'd laugh, to the music we'd sway
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Oh, we'd live, love, laugh and cry thanks to Dave
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Jokes fell from his lips like dust falls from a golden gown
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Wore the mantle of his royalty, the little king of this old town
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Gathered pilgrims to his progress like believers to a shrine
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And he made it through the big time, was a star on 'What's My Line'
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Oh, we'd live and we'd laugh, to the music we'd sway
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Oh, we'd live, love, laugh and cry thanks to Dave
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Well there's sunlight on the sidewalk, hear the morning talk and the mood has changed
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You can relive the past nights, lamplight to limelight, always the same
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We were fools every one of us, rolling in the night
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Dancing to that famous refrain, thanks to dave
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Often in the grip of some fancy party fare
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We would tiptoe to the frontier with Dave as our guide there
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And it's funny how the years pass, been and gone and you're not aware
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How and when we drifted from the time that we had there
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Oh, we'd live and we'd laugh, to the music we'd sway
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Oh, we'd live, love, laugh and cry thanks to Dave
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Thanks to Dave, Thanks to Dave
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Thanks To Dave
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