Jeff Buckley – All Tomorrows Parties Lyrics  Share

(Velvet Underground Cover / live 92)

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
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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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