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Isn't it rich, are we a pair |
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Me here atlast on the ground, you in midair |
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Where are the clowns |
| [00:34.71] |
Isn't it bliss, don't you approve |
| [00:42.90] |
One who keeps taring around, one who can't move |
| [00:52.19] |
Where are the clowns, there aught to be clowns |
| [01:00.23] |
Just when I stopped opening doors |
| [01:09.04] |
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours |
| [01:16.23] |
Making my entrance again with my usual flair |
| [01:23.73] |
Sure of my lines, no one is there |
| [01:37.29] |
Don't you love farce, my fault I feel |
| [01:45.04] |
I thought that you'd want what I want....sorry my dear |
| [01:54.85] |
Where are the clowns, send in the clowns... don't bother there |
| [02:09.82] |
What a surprise, who could foresee |
| [02:16.15] |
I've come to feel about you what you felt about me |
| [02:23.57] |
Why only now when I see that you've drifted away |
| [02:31.78] |
What a surpise, what a cliche'- |
| [02:44.78] |
Isn't it rich, isn't it queer |
| [02:53.47] |
Losing my timing this late in my career |
| [03:03.97] |
Where are the clowns, there aught to be clowns- well maybe next year |
