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, 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'd stopped opening doors,
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Finally knowing the one that I wanted,
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Was yours,
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Making my entrance again with my,
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Usual flair,
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Sure of my lines,
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No one is there,
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Don't you love farce?
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My fault I fear,
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I thought thar you'd want what I want,
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Sorry my dear,
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And where are the clowns?
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Quick send in the clowns,
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Don't bother, they're here,
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Isn't it rich? isn't it queer?
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Losing my timing this late,
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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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(?)
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Send in the clowns. (x10),
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Send In The Clowns
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| Grace Jones |
