| Every touch is measured out
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| Every word is written down
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| Sunny skies are seldom seen
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| In the land of few and far between
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| And everybody wears a frown
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| Someone lost their squirting rose
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| There’s his red nose on the ground
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| No one’s seen his painted smile
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| He’s been gone for quite a while
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| Something bad happened to a clown
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| Something bad happened to a clown
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| He used to honk his horn and everyone would laugh
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| He used to honk his horn
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| She doesn’t think he’s very funny anymore
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| Footprints in the sawdust leading to the edge of town
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| Something bad happened to a clown
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| Something bad happened to a clown
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| He used to honk his horn and everyone would laugh
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| He used to honk his horn
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| She doesn’t think he’s very funny anymore
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| Footprints in the sawdust leading to the edge of town
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| Something bad happened to a clown
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| Something bad happened to a clown |