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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'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,
no one is there,
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?
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?
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns.
Well, maybe next year...
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'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,
no one is there,
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?
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?
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns.
Well, maybe next year...
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Allt är sådär sorligt, sedan har du en clownnäsa -.-'
Sorgsen Ylva, klappa!
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