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What clowns are we |
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What clowns are we |
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Try to pretend do we |
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What clowns are we |
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What a game is love |
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What a game is love |
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What a game that brakes hearts |
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We're made to play |
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And where do tears go |
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When they don't show |
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Where do years go |
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We waste them so |
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Who counts the tears |
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Who sees your fears |
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Who counts the years |
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When they disappear |
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What a fool I must be |
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What a fool I must be |
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Who thought she loved me |
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How could I not see |
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What a show is it all |
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What a show is it all |
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Trying to hide it all |
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What a show is it all |
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And who counts the years |
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That disappear |
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Who counts the tears |
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Who knows your fears |
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Where do years go |
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We waste them so |
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Where do tears go |
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When they don't show |
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Oh they go to work on the heart |
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Needles and nails to make it rot |
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And untie lovers knot |
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They go to the heart |
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To make it rot |
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How can they know |
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If you don't show |
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Who can notice |
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Where your heart is |
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Who will miss us |
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When we're all gone |
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Who'll remember |
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Who we all were |