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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 in mid-air..
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Where are 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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Where are the clowns?
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Send in the clowns.
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Just when I'd stopped 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 is 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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And where are the clowns
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Send in the clowns
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Don't bother, they're here.
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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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There ought to be clowns...
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Well, maybe next year.
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Send In The Clowns
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| Judy Collins |
