Death of a clown

My makeup is dry and it clags on my chin
I'm drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin
The lion tamers whip doesn't crack anymore
The lions they wont fight and the tigers wont roar

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So lets all drink to the death of a clown
Won't someone help me to break up this crown
Lets all drink to the death of a clown
Lets 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

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Lets all drink to the death of a clown
So wont someone help me to break up this crown
Lets all drink to the death of a clown
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Lets all drink to the death of a clown
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