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Isn′t it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground
You in mid-air
Where are the clowns?
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'd 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?
My fault, I fear
I thought that you′d want what I want
I'm sorry, my dear
But where are the clowns?
Quick, 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
Where are the clowns?
There′s got to be clowns!
Maybe next year
Maybe next year
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Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
