come fly with me come rain or come shine cycles fly me to the moon for once in my life if you go away it had to be you i've got you under my skin lady is a tramp mack the knife my way send in the clowns somethin' stupid something sway the way you look tonight they can't take that away from me watch what happens you will be my music you'd be so easy to love

Isn‘t it rich, aren‘t we a pair Me here at last on the ground and you in mid-air 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 stopped opening doors Finally finding the one that I wanted - was yours Making my entrance again with my usual flair Sure of my lines - nobody there Don‘t you love a farce; my fault I fear I thought that you‘d want what I want, sorry my dear But 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 But where are the clowns; send in the clowns Well maybe next year

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