Текст песни All Tomorrow's Parties - Steve Nye 12" Remix Version 1983 - Japan
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                will 
                                                she 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                silken 
                                                trimmings 
                                                of 
                                                yesterday's 
                                                gown
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                all 
                                                tomorrow's 
                                                parties
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                shall 
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thursday's 
                                                child 
                                                is 
                                                Sunday's 
                                                clown
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                whom 
                                                no-one 
                                                ever 
                                                borrows
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                blackened 
                                                shroud
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                hand-me-down 
                                                gown 
                                                of 
                                                rags 
                                                and 
                                                silks 
                                                her 
                                                costume
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fit 
                                                for 
                                                one 
                                                who 
                                                sits 
                                                and 
                                                cries
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                all 
                                                tomorrow's 
                                                parties
 
                                    
                                
                            1 The Unconventional
2 Lovers On Main Street
3 Transmission
4 I Second That Emotion
5 All Tomorrow's Parties - Steve Nye 12" Remix Version 1983
6 Alien
7 Halloween
8 Suburban Berlin
9 Quiet Life
10 Love Is Infectious
11 Fall In Love With Me
12 Adolescent Sex
13 European Son (12") (12" Version)
14 In Vogue
15 Life In Tokyo (12" Version)
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