| Now if there’s a smile on my face,
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| It’s only there tryin' to fool the public,
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| But when it comes down to foolin' you;
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| Now honey, that’s quite a different subject.
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| But don’t let my glad expression
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| Give you the wrong impression.
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| Really I’m sad.
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| I’m sadder than sad.
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| You’re gone and I’m hurtin' so bad.
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| Like a clown I pretend to be glad.
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| (chorus)
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| Now there’s some sad things known to man,
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| But ain’t too much sadder than
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| The tears of a clown
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| When there’s no one around.
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| Now if I appear to be carefree,
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| It’s only to camouflage my sadness.
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| In order to keep my pride I try
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| To cover the hurt with a show of gladness.
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| But don’t let my show convince you
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| That I’ve been happy since you
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| Decided to go.
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| Oh, I need you so.
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| I’m hurt and I want you to know.
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| (chorus)
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| Just like Pagliacci did,
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| I try to keep my sadness hid.
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| (aaargh! I can’t remember! I’ll come to me and I’ll send it along.)
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| But in my lonely room I cry
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| The tears of a clown |