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All Tomorrows Parties

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Жанры : singer-songwriter experimental rock avant-garde proto-punk

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And what costume shall the poor girl wear

To all tomorrows parties

A hand-me-down dress from who knows where

To all tomorrows parties

And where will she go and what shall she do

When midnight comes around

Shell turn once more to sundays clown

And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear

To all tomorrows parties

Why silks and linens of yesterdays gowns

To all tomorrows parties

And what will she do with thursdays rags when monday comes around

Shell turn once more to sundays clown

And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear

To all tomorrows parties

For thursdays child is sundays clown

For whom none will go mourning

A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown

Of rags and silks, a costume

Fit for one who sits and cries

For all tomorrows parties

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