Once twice, his shoes are oversibed,
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He's got three, or four, friends bur never more
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Try and squash in the car, drive around in circles,
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Until he goes crash, we find,
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There's other things on his mind,
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He's so happy, but that's not that funny, sodom the clown,
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He makes us smile and frown,
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He loves to dance, and play those funny games,
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Now that the lights are off, whispering our names,
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Wiping the smile away, it' not a happy day,
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Out that's just the way it goes,
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Oh that's not a red nose,
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He's so happy, but that's not that funny, sodom the clown,
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He loves to bring us down,
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We laugh, we cry, if it hurts we don't ask why,
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We laugh, we cry, cross our hearts and hope to die,
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We laugh, we cry, if it hurts we don't ask why,
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We laugh, we cry, cross our hearts and hope to die
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Blowing ballons, no ones immune,
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Hum a sad, sad tune,
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Flower squirts your face,
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Spending his life disgrace,
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We laugh, we cry, if it hurts we don't ask why,
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We laugh, we cry, cross our hearts and hope to die,
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We laugh, we cry, if it hurts we don't ask why,
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We laugh, we cry, cross our hearts and hope to die,
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We laugh, we cry, we laugh, we cry,
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We laugh, we cry, we laugh, we cry,
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Sodom The Clown
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| Frenzal Rhomb |
