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Isn't it rich, aren't we a pair |
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Me here at last in the ground, and you in mid-air |
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Send in the clowns |
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Isn't it bliss, don't you approve |
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One who keeps tearing around, and one who can't move |
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Well where are the clowns |
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Send in the clowns |
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Just when I stopped opening doors, |
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Finally knowing, the one that I wanted was yours |
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Don't you like farce, my fault I fear |
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I thought that you wanted what I wanted, sorry my dear |
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But where are the clowns |
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Quick, send in the clowns |
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Making my entrance with unusual flair, |
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Sure of my lines but no one is there |
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Isn't it rich, 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 |
