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Lyrics for 'All Tomorrows Parties' by 'Bryan Ferry'
(reed)
And What Costume Shall The Poor Girl Wear
To All Tomorrow´s Parties
A Hand-me-down Dress From Who Knows Where
To All Tomorrow´s Parties
And Where Will She Go And What She Gonna Do
When Midnight Comes Around
She Turn Once More To Sunday´s Clown
And Cry Behind The Door
And What Costume Shall The Poor Girl Wear
To All Tomorrow´s Parties
Linens And Silks Of Last Night's Gowns
To All Tomorrow´s Parties
And What Will She Do With Thursday's Rags
When Monday Comes Around?
She'll Turn Once More To Sunday´s Clown
And Cry Behind The Door
And What Costume Shall The Poor Girl Wear
To All Tomorrow´s Parties
For Thursday's Child Is Sunday´s 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 Tomorrow´s Parties
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