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Isn't it riche? |
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Are we a pare? |
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Me here at last on the ground |
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You in me there |
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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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Where are the clowns? |
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Send in the clowns |
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Just when I stopped |
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Opening doors |
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Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours |
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Making my entrance again with my usual flair |
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Sure of my lines |
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No one is there |
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Don't you love fuss? |
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My fault I fear |
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I thought that you'd want what I want |
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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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Don't bother there here |
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Isn't it riche? |
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Isn't it quirt? |
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Losing my timing this late |
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In my career |
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And where are the clowns |
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There are to be clowns |
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Well maybe next year |
