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Isn't it rich? |
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Are we a pair? |
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Me here at last on the ground, |
| [00:32.100] |
You in mid-air.. |
| [00:37.400] |
Send in the clowns. |
| [00:46.330] |
Isn't it bliss? |
| [00:50.760] |
Don't you approve? |
| [00:55.310] |
One who keeps tearing around, |
| [00:58.250] |
One who can't move... |
| [01:03.680] |
Where are the clowns? |
| [01:07.860] |
Send in the clowns. |
| [01:12.410] |
Just when I'd stopped opening doors, |
| [01:21.150] |
Finally knowing the one |
| [01:23.700] |
that I wanted was yours. |
| [01:28.570] |
Making my entrance |
| [01:30.640] |
again with my usual flair |
| [01:36.120] |
Sure of my lines... |
| [01:40.490] |
No one is there. |
| [01:49.540] |
Don't you love farce? |
| [01:53.970] |
My fault, I fear. |
| [01:58.280] |
I thought that you'd want what I want... |
| [02:01.080] |
Sorry, my dear! |
| [02:06.690] |
And where are the clowns |
| [02:10.580] |
quick, send in the clowns |
| [02:15.690] |
Don't bother, they're here. |
| [02:19.440] |
what a surprise who could foresee |
| [02:27.920] |
I'd come to feel about you |
| [02:30.540] |
What you felt about me? |
| [02:35.290] |
Why only now when I see |
| [02:37.910] |
That you've drifted away? |
| [02:43.020] |
What a surprise... |
| [02:47.830] |
What a cliche... |
| [02:57.780] |
isn't it rich, isn't it queer |
| [03:06.520] |
losing my timing this late is my career |
| [03:15.500] |
and where are the clowns |
| [03:19.680] |
There ought to be clowns... |
| [03:24.990] |
Well, maybe next year. |
