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Isn't it rich? |
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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? |
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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 |
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Send in the clowns |
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Just when I stopped, I stopped openin' doors |
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Finally knowin' the one that I really wanted was yours |
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Making my entrance again and 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 fear |
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I thought that you'd want what I want |
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Sorry my dear |
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But where are the clowns |
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Quick send in the clowns |
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Don't bother they're here |
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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? |
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They are all to be clowns |
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Well may be next year, isn't it rich? |
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I'll repair, isn't it rich? |
