| Here I go, playing that same old game again
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| Acting like I just don’t care, that our love is at an end
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| Underneath the masquerade I know it’s all pretend
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| But a clown never cries
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| He just holds his tears inside
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| And a frown is replaced
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| By a smile upon his faces
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| But the smile is only make-up
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| And the clown will someday wake-up
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| And discovered what he gave up
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| Was you
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| Afraid to cry to keep on laughing all the time
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| Tell a funny joke or two to get you out of my mind
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| I cannot stand to think about the love we left behind
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| 'Cause a clown doesn’t cry
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| He just smiles and wave’s goodbye
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| Because clowns always know
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| That a tear will spoil the show
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| But the smile is only make-up
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| And the clown will someday wake -up
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| And discovered what he gave up
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| Was you
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| No, a clown never cries
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| He just hold his tears inside
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| And a frown has replaced
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| By a smile upon his face
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| No, a clown never cries
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| He just smiles and wave’s goodbye
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| Because clowns always know
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| That a tear will spoil the show |