Isn´t it rich are we a pair Me here at last on the ground You in mid-air Send in the clowns Isn´t it bliss don´t you approve One who keeps tearing around One who can´t move Where are the clowns Send in the clowns Just when I stopped opening doors Finally knowing the one that I wanted Was yours Making my entrance again with my Usual flair Sure of my lines No one is there Don´t you love farce My fault I fear I thouht that you´d want what I want Sorry my dear But where are the clowns There ought to be clowns Quick send in the clowns What a surprise! Who could foresse I´d come to feel about you What you felt about me Why only now when I see That you drifted away? What a surprise What a cliche Isn´t it rich Isn´t it queer Losing my timing this late In my careere And where are the clowns Quick send in the clowns Don´t bother they´re here
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