Isn't it rich, are we a pair
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Me here atlast on the ground, you in midair
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Where are the clowns
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Isn't it bliss, don't you approve
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One who keeps taring around, one who can't move
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Where are the clowns, there aught to be clowns
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Just when I 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, no one is there
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Don't you love farce, my fault I feel
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I thought that you'd want what I want....sorry my dear
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Where are the clowns, send in the clowns... don't bother there
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What a surprise, who could foresee
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I've come to feel about you what you felt about me
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Why only now when I see that you've drifted away
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What a surpise, what a cliche'-
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Isn't it rich, isn't it queer
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Losing my timing this late in my career
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Where are the clowns, there aught to be clowns- well maybe next year
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Send In The Clowns
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| Olivia Newton-John |
