(Warren Zevon)
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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
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Something Bad Happened To A Clown
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| Warren Zevon |
