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Isn't it rich, aren't 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 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 hear I thought that you'd want what I want Sorry my dear but where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns, quick send in the clowns What a surprise, who could foresee? I've come to feel about you what you felt about me Why only now when I see that you've 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 From Letras Mania