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My makeup is dry and it clags 'round my chin
I'm drowning my sorrows in whiskey and gin
The lion tamers whip doesn't crack anymore
The lions they won't fight and the tigers won't roar
So, let's all drink to the death of a clown
Won't someone help me to break up this crown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor
Nobody needs fortunes told anymore
The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees
And frantically looking for runaway fleas
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
So, won't someone help me to break up this crown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
HATA BİLDİR
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