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Текст (слова) песни: Bryan Ferry - All Tomorrows Parties
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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 she gonna do
When midnight comes around
She 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
Linens and silks of last nights gowns
To all tomorrow´s parties
And what will she do with thursdays rags
When monday comes around?
Shell 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 thursdays 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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