The clown is most sincere As he turns to you and me and says I know you love me now and here But will you love me
when we are free
And his ghost is in the corner Flicking ashes on the floor Bragging to the jailer How he does not need a door
But the show, it must go on and on Maybe one fine morning He will stand before a merciful dawn
The train runs by the circus And the clown looks up from his place And he cries beneath the surface of the smile painted on his face
And he has no time, he has no way to presume they're wrong they're right But on his way from day to day He must travel through the night
And the show, it must go on and on Surely one fine morning He will stand before a merciful dawn
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