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Isn't it rich, aren't we a pair? |
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Me here at last on the ground |
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You in mid-air |
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Send in the clowns |
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Isn't it bliss, don't you approve? |
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One who keeps tearing around |
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One who can't move |
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Where are the clowns? Send in the 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 hear |
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I thought that you'd want what I want |
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Sorry my dear but where are the clowns? |
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There ought to be clowns, quick send in the clowns |
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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 |
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What a surprise, 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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And where are the clowns? Quick send in the clowns |
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Don't bother they're here |
