Send In The Clowns Lyrics
| Song | Send In The Clowns |
| Artist | All Angels |
| Album | Fly Away |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Isn't it rich? | |
| Are we a pair? | |
| Me here at last on the ground, | |
| You in mid-air. | |
| Send in the clowns. | |
| Isn't it bliss? | |
| Don't you approve? | |
| One who keeps tearing around, | |
| One who can't move. | |
| Where are the clowns? | |
| Send in the clowns. | |
| Just when | |
| I'd stopped | |
| Opening doors, | |
| Finally knowing | |
| The one that | |
| I wanted was yours, | |
| Making my entrance again | |
| With my usual flair, | |
| Sure of my lines, | |
| No one is there. | |
| Don't you love farce? | |
| My fault, | |
| I fear.I thought that you'd want what | |
| I want -Sorry, my dear. | |
| But where are the clowns? | |
| There ought to be clowns. | |
| Quick, send in the clowns. | |
| What a surprise. | |
| Who could foresee | |
| I'd come to feel about you | |
| What you'd felt about me? | |
| Why only now when i see | |
| That you'd drifted away? | |
| What a surprise. | |
| What a cliché. | |
| Isn't it rich? | |
| Isn't it queer? | |
| Losing my timing this late | |
| In my career? | |
| And where are the clowns? | |
| Quick, send in the clowns. | |
| Don't bother - they're here. |
| Isn' t it rich? | |
| Are we a pair? | |
| Me here at last on the ground, | |
| You in midair. | |
| Send in the clowns. | |
| Isn' t it bliss? | |
| Don' t you approve? | |
| One who keeps tearing around, | |
| One who can' t move. | |
| Where are the clowns? | |
| Send in the clowns. | |
| Just when | |
| I' d stopped | |
| Opening doors, | |
| Finally knowing | |
| The one that | |
| I wanted was yours, | |
| Making my entrance again | |
| With my usual flair, | |
| Sure of my lines, | |
| No one is there. | |
| Don' t you love farce? | |
| My fault, | |
| I fear. I thought that you' d want what | |
| I want Sorry, my dear. | |
| But where are the clowns? | |
| There ought to be clowns. | |
| Quick, send in the clowns. | |
| What a surprise. | |
| Who could foresee | |
| I' d come to feel about you | |
| What you' d felt about me? | |
| Why only now when i see | |
| That you' d drifted away? | |
| What a surprise. | |
| What a clich. | |
| Isn' t it rich? | |
| Isn' t it queer? | |
| Losing my timing this late | |
| In my career? | |
| And where are the clowns? | |
| Quick, send in the clowns. | |
| Don' t bother they' re here. |
| Isn' t it rich? | |
| Are we a pair? | |
| Me here at last on the ground, | |
| You in midair. | |
| Send in the clowns. | |
| Isn' t it bliss? | |
| Don' t you approve? | |
| One who keeps tearing around, | |
| One who can' t move. | |
| Where are the clowns? | |
| Send in the clowns. | |
| Just when | |
| I' d stopped | |
| Opening doors, | |
| Finally knowing | |
| The one that | |
| I wanted was yours, | |
| Making my entrance again | |
| With my usual flair, | |
| Sure of my lines, | |
| No one is there. | |
| Don' t you love farce? | |
| My fault, | |
| I fear. I thought that you' d want what | |
| I want Sorry, my dear. | |
| But where are the clowns? | |
| There ought to be clowns. | |
| Quick, send in the clowns. | |
| What a surprise. | |
| Who could foresee | |
| I' d come to feel about you | |
| What you' d felt about me? | |
| Why only now when i see | |
| That you' d drifted away? | |
| What a surprise. | |
| What a clich. | |
| Isn' t it rich? | |
| Isn' t it queer? | |
| Losing my timing this late | |
| In my career? | |
| And where are the clowns? | |
| Quick, send in the clowns. | |
| Don' t bother they' re here. |
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