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Isn't it rich? Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground and you in mid-air
Where are the clowns?

Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around and one who can't move
Send in the clowns, but where are the clowns?

Just when I stopped opening doors
Finally finding 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 a farce? My fault, I fear
I thought that you'd want what I want, sorry my dear
But where are the clowns? Send in the clowns
Don't bother they're here

Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career
And where are the clowns? Send in the clowns
Well, maybe next year.

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