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• Artiste: Pettit Project (The)
• Titre: The Sad Clown
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This is my last resort and My tears now flood the floor and I've got to shut the door, then Four years--four years means nothing Let's be friends (be friends) "Well, that all depends On if you show some class And stop making amends" But I've lost your love, And I bet if I repent-- "I'll what? Go back And reverse my intents?" Well, given the state (the state) The state of current trends "With who?" Your girlfriends "It's got nothing to do with them" Well, we can stay in touch "We can do as such But the time has come Pretend we're only friends by my watch" I'll just grin and bear it It isn't fair It isn't fair I'm like the sad clown Eyes big and brown Note the smile on my face Stretched ear to ear And all that, All that I can ever taste is bitter tears As they slowly, ever surely wash away this mask of idiotic bliss "This isn't gonna work" Was I being a jerk? Why won't you speak to me? Do you even think of me? "Not even listening" Please respond to me "Would you just move on from me?" It's killing me, it's killing me This isn't how you do it I can't move on I can't move on I'm like the sad clown Eyes big and brown Note the smile on my face Stretched ear to ear And all that, All that I can ever taste is bitter tears As they slowly, ever surely wash away this mask of idiotic bliss I guess I'm supposed to just up and move on from this No grace time No goodbye No final kiss This is the worst way that you could've handled this "I love you so much" means nothing to you I'm like the sad clown Eyes big and brown Note the smile on my face Stretched ear to ear And all that, All that I can ever taste is bitter tears As they slowly, ever surely wash away this mask of idiotic bliss