Broder Daniel - What Clowns Are We |
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What Clowns Are We
Broder Daniel What clowns are we What clowns are we Try to pretend do we What clowns are we What a game is love What a game is love What a game that brakes hearts We`re made to play And where do tears go When they don`t show Where do years go We waste them so Who counts the tears Who sees your fears Who counts the years When they disappear What a fool I must be What a fool I must be Who thought she loved me How could I not see What a show is it all What a show is it all Trying to hide it all What a show is it all And who counts the years That disappear Who counts the tears Who knows your fears Where do years go We waste them so Where do tears go When they don`t show Oh they go to work on the heart Needles and nails to make it rot And untie lovers knot They go to the heart To make it rot How can they know If you don`t show Who can notice Where your heart is Who will miss us When we`re all gone Who`ll remember Who we all were |
