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Send In The Clowns |
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-Judy Collins |
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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, |
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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'd stopped opening doors, |
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Finally knowing the one |
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that I wanted was yours. |
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Making my entrance |
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again with my usual flair |
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Sure of my lines... |
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No one is there. |
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Don't you love farce? |
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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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And 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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(------ Music ------) |
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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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And where are the clowns? |
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There ought to be clowns... |
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Well, maybe next year. |
