Susan Boyle

Susan Boyle - Send In The Clowns lyrics

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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?

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
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! 
And 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?
There ought to be clowns... 
Well, maybe next year.

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Language: English

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