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This is a clown's tale |
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Falling over |
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Again and again |
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He paints his face |
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With colours from the sun |
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But he is living in the rain |
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This is a clown's tale |
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Jumping up |
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Spinning round and around |
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He kicks his heels |
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To the laughter of the crowd |
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But from inside there is no sound |
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Why do we all fail to see |
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The darkness in another's heart |
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Why do we all turn our backs |
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On open wounds |
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And failed attractions |
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Painted on the canvas there |
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Written in the books we share |
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This is a fool's tale |
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Rolling over |
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Again and again |
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Telling jokes |
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To cool the anger of a king |
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But he can never be the same |
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This is a fool's tale |
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Tripping up |
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Spinning round and around |
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Try to walk |
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Beyond words of the wise |
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Then reach a place too high |
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Show them you can fly |
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And dream until you hit the ground.... |
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Don't offer sympathy |
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When you've just walked away |
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Don't play apologies |
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And sentimental games |
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I stood before the world |
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And gave you my heart |
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And it may never beat again! |
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Don't give me hollow tears |
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Or empty cries of shame |
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Don't try to turn away |
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By throwing me the blame |
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I stood before the world |
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And gave you my soul |
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And now I'm living in the rain! |
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This is a clown's tale |
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Falling over |
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Again and again |
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He paints his face |
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With colours from the sun |
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But he is lying in.... |
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He is dying in.... |
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He is crying in the rain |
