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My makeup is dry and it clags on my chin |
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I'm drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin |
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The lion tamer's whip doesn't crack anymore |
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The lions they won't fight and the tigers won't roar |
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La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la |
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So let's all drink to the death of a clown |
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Won't someone help me to break up this crown |
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Let's all drink to the death of a clown |
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Let's all drink to the death of a clown |
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The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor |
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Nobody needs fortunes told anymore |
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The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees |
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And frantically looking for runaway fleas |
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La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la |
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Let's all drink to the death of a clown |
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So won't someone help me to break up this crown |
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Let's all drink to the death of a clown |
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La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la |
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Let's all drink to the death of a clown |
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La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la |
