The clown is most sincere
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As he turns to you and me and says
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I know you love me now and here
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But will you love me
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when we are free
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And his ghost is in the corner
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Flicking ashes on the floor
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Bragging to the jailer
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How he does not need a door
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But the show, it must go on and on
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Maybe one fine morning
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He will stand before a merciful dawn
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The train runs by the circus
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And the clown looks up from his place
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And he cries beneath the surface
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of the smile painted on his face
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And he has no time, he has no way
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to presume they're wrong they're right
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But on his way from day to day
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He must travel through the night
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And the show, it must go on and on
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Surely one fine morning
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He will stand before a merciful dawn
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Silent Song Through The Land
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| The Association |
