Isn't it rich, 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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Send in the clowns
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Isn't it bliss, 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 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 fear
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I thought that you'd want what I want
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Sorry my dear but where are the clowns?
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Quick send in the clowns, don’t bother their here
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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 surprise, 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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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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| Matthew Morrison |
