| My makeup is dry and it cracks 'round my chin
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| I’m drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin
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| The lion tamer’s whip doesn’t crack anymore
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| The lions they won’t bite and the tigers won’t roar
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| So let’s all drink to the death of a clown
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| Won’t someone help me to break up this crown
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| Let’s all drink to the death of a clown
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| Let’s all drink to the death of a clown
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| The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor
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| Nobody needs fortunes told anymore
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| The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees
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| And frantically looking for runaway fleas
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| Let’s all drink to the death of a clown
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| So won’t someone help me to break up this crown
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| Let’s all drink to the death of a clown
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| Let’s all drink to the death of a clown
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la |