Lyrics Send in the Clowns (Solo Version) - Catherine Zeta-Jones
                                                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.
 
                                    
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