In the footsteps of a clown
Something keeps me coming
Back to this town
In the shadow of a dream
A hundred years, oh
What does it mean
To be the poor player
Fretting my way
Old soothsayer
What would you say to me?
In the footsteps of a clown
You were so high
Did you ever come down?
All the lights, the camera’s glare
Did it blind you
Were you ever scared
To be the poor player
Fretting your way
Old soothsayer
What would you say
To the poor player
Fretting my way
Old soothsayer
What would you say to me?

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