| 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 win me there
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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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| So where are the clowns?
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| Send in the clowns
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| Just when I’d start
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| 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…
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| No one was 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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| So where are the clowns?
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| They said there would be clowns
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| Send in the clowns
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| What a surprise
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| Who could foresee?
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| I come to feel about you
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| What you felt about me
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| Why only now I only can see
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| That you’re drifting away
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| What a surprise
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| What a cliche
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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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| You said there would be clowns
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| There supposed to be clowns
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| Send in the clowns
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| «Don't bother»
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| They’re here |