 All Tomorrow`s Parties lyrics ( Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds )   
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Artist : Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds
Song : All Tomorrow`s Parties
(L. 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 shall she do
When midnight comes
around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's
gown
And cry behind the door
And
what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all
tomorrow's parties
Why silks and plumes of
yesterday's gowns
To all tomorrow's
parties
And what shall 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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