All Tomorrow's Parties - Album Version (Stereo) Lyrics

Song	All Tomorrow's Parties - Album Version (Stereo)
Artist	The Velvet Underground
Album	The Velvet Underground & Nico (45th Anniversary Super Deluxe Edition)
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	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

	And what costume shall the poor girl wear
	To all tomorrow' s parties
	A handmedown 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 handmedown gown
	Of rags and silks, a costume
	Fit for one who sits and cries
	For all tomorrow' s parties

	And what costume shall the poor girl wear
	To all tomorrow' s parties
	A handmedown 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 handmedown gown
	Of rags and silks, a costume
	Fit for one who sits and cries
	For all tomorrow' s parties

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