All Tomorrow S Parties lyrics

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
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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