Текст песни John Cale - All Tomorrows Parties, слова песни John Cale

Текст песни John Cale - All Tomorrows Parties

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And what costume shall the poor girl wearTo all tomorrows partiesA hand-me-down dress from who knows whereTo all tomorrows partiesAnd where will she go and what shall she doWhen midnight comes aroundShell turn once more to sundays clownAnd cry behind the doorAnd what costume shall the poor girl wearTo all tomorrows partiesWhy silks and linens of yesterdays gownsTo all tomorrows partiesAnd what will she do with thursdays rags when monday comes aroundShell turn once more to sundays clownAnd cry behind the doorAnd what costume shall the poor girl wearTo all tomorrows partiesFor thursdays child is sundays clownFor whom none will go mourningA blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gownOf rags and silks, a costumeFit for one who sits and criesFor all tomorrows parties

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All Tomorrows Parties

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