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Isn't it rich? |
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Aren't we a pair? |
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Me here at last on the ground |
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You in mid air |
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Send in the clowns |
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Isn't it bliss? |
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Don't you approve? |
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One who keeps tearing around |
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One who can't move |
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But where are the clowns? |
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Send in the clowns |
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Just when |
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I'd stopped opening doors |
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Finally knowing the one that |
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I wanted was yours |
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Making my entrance again with my usual flair |
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Sure of my lines, no one was there |
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Don't you love farce? |
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My fault I fear |
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I thought that you?d want what |
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I want, sorry my dear |
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But where are the clowns, quick send in the clowns |
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Don't bother, they're here, oh, oh, oh |
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Isn't it rich? |
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Isn't it queer? |
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Losing my timing this late in my career |
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And where are the clowns? |
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There ought to be clowns |
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Well, maybe next year, well, maybe next year |
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Well, maybe next year |