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♪Don’t you love farce?
My fault, I fear
I thought that you’d want what I want…
Sorry, my dear!
But where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Send in the clowns…
What a surprise
Who could foresee
I’d come to feel about you
What you’d felt about me?
Why only now when I see
That you’d drifted away?
What a surprise
What a cliche…
Isn’t it rich? Isn’t it queer?
Losing my timing this late
In my career…
And where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns
Don’t bother, they’re here….
