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Isn′t it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground
And you in mid-air
But where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns
Isn't it bliss?
Don′t you approve?
One who keeps tearing around
And one who can't move
But where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns
Just when I've stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines, but no one is there
Don′t you love farce?
It′s my fault, I fear
You know, I thought that you'd want what I want
I′m sorry, my dear
But where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns
Isn't it rich?
Isn′t it queer?
Losing my timing, misleading my career
But where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Don't bother, because they are here
They are here
Maybe next year
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Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
