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This is a song about a couple of adult people |
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Who have spent, oh, quite a long time together |
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Till one day one of 'em gets restless and decides to leave |
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Whether it's the man or woman who left is unimportant |
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It's a breakup |
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It's a lovely marriage of words and music |
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Written by |
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Stephen Sondheim |
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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 and you in mid-air |
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Send in the clowns |
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Isn't it bliss? |
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Don't you approve? |
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One who keeps tearing around and one who can't move |
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But where are the clowns? |
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Send in the clowns |
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Just when |
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I stopped opening doors |
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Finally finding the one that |
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I wanted was yours |
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Making my entrance again with my usual flair |
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Sure of my lines, nobody's there |
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Don't you love a farce? |
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My fault, |
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I fearI thought that you'd want what |
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I want, sorry, my dear |
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But where are the clowns? |
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Send in the clowns |
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Don't bother, they're here |
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Isn't it rich? |
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Isn't it queer? |
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Losing my timing this late in my career |
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But where are the clowns? |
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Send in the clowns |
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Well, maybe next year |
