All Tomorrows Parties

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And what costume shall the poor 
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girl wear
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To all tomorrow's parties
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A hand-me-down dress from who 
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knows where
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To all tomorrow's parties
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And where will she go and what she 
gonna do
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When midnight comes around
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She turn once more to Sunday's clown
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And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl
 wear
To all tomorrow's parties
Linens and silks of last night'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

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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