The circus is back in town
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here comes my favorite clown again
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I love it when he strips his smile
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puts it in a tidy pile of shame
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And then my ol' favorite clown
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paints on his faithful frown and plays
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that old familiar game
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of which I have no name but "Death"
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We go marching
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through these scorching times
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our lungs are filled with dirt
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but no amount of hurt
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will stop us trying
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We go marching
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through these parching times
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rain will come again
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and just like distant friend
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we'll both be crying
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Oh that sweet awful sound
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of my ol' favorite clown in need
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I help him once again
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to get back on his hands and knees
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We go marching...
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My Favorite Clown
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Asaf Avidan |