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Isn't it rich, are we a pair |
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Me here atlast on the ground, you in midair |
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Where are the clowns |
[00:34.71] |
Isn't it bliss, don't you approve |
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One who keeps taring around, one who can't move |
[00:52.19] |
Where are the clowns, there aught to be clowns |
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Just when I stopped 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, no one is there |
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Don't you love farce, my fault I feel |
[01:45.04] |
I thought that you'd want what I want....sorry my dear |
[01:54.85] |
Where are the clowns, send in the clowns... don't bother there |
[02:09.82] |
What a surprise, who could foresee |
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I've come to feel about you what you felt about me |
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Why only now when I see that you've drifted away |
[02:31.78] |
What a surpise, what a cliche'- |
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Isn't it rich, isn't it queer |
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Losing my timing this late in my career |
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Where are the clowns, there aught to be clowns- well maybe next year |