 All tomorrow's parties lyrics ( Velvet underground )   
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Artist : Velvet underground
Song : All tomorrow's parties
(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 clown And cry behind the door And
what costume shall the poor girl wear To all
tomorrow's parties Why silks and linens of
yesterday'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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