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 Why 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 to 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 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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IN FLAMES - Burn (OV, lyrics)
Kellotan juuri sinua <3
Epävalpas pötköttelijä
Khyl
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Ozzy Man Reviews: MEGA COMPILATION #5
Synonyymipullat
STONEHEART - (Crypt Tv)
Alice in Chains - Man in the Box
Mariner and a Relic
Meshuggah - I am Colossus
Fever - Peggy Lee
Lynyrd Skynyrd - Sweet Home Alabama
Isis - Wavering Radiant [FA]
Tuijotus
Witchouse vaporware
Börh 2
Marilyn Manson "Apple of Sodom" EP
Th' Faith Healers - Reptile Smile
Mothers Caress
Tädin jääkaapin ovi :3
The Gits - Second Skin (live)
Harvinainen päiväpeittoluolakissa - Felis Oneiros Maximus