Pulnoc

Pulnoc - All Tomorrow's Parties lyrics

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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
White 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 into 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 willed the 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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Copyrights:

Author: Lou Reed

Composer: ?

Publisher: Globus International

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Released in: 1991

Language: English

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