All Tomorrow's Parties

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And what c[D#m]ostume shall the p[C#]oor girl w[D#m]ear
To [G#m]all tomorrow's p[Bbm]arties
A h[D#m]and-me-down dress from wh[C#]o knows wh[D#m]ere
To [G#m]all tomorrow's p[Bbm]arties
And wh[G#m]ere will she go and wh[Bbm]at she gonna do
When m[G#m]idnight comes ar[Bbm]ound
She t[D#m]urn once more to S[C#]unday's cl[D#m]own
[G#m]And cry beh[Bbm]ind the d[D#m]oor    [C#]       [D#m]

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

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