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Name: Jaymi
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Re: Lyrics That Speak. -
June 25th 2010, 03:16 AM
Blood Brothers
Long Sunday Afternoon / My Friend Lyrics
- Mickey
No kids out on the street today.
You could be living on she moon.
Maybe everybody's packed their bags
And moved away
Gonna be a long. Long. Long
Sunday afternoon
Just killing time and kicking cans around
Try to remember jokes I knew,
I tell 'em to myself,
But they're not funny since I found
It's gonna be a long, long, long
Sunday afternoon
My best friend
Always had sweets to share,
Knew every word in the dictionary
He was clean, neat and tidy
From Monday to Friday
I wish that I could be like
Wear clean clothes, talk properly like
Do sums and history like
Edward & Mickey
My friend
My friend
Edward
My best friend
He could swear like a soldier
You would laugh till you died
At the stories he told y'
He was untidy
From Monday to Friday
I wish that I could be like
Kick a ball and climb a tree like
Run around with dirty knees like
Edward & Mickey
My friend
My friend
Mickey
Feels like everybody stayed in bed
Or maybe I woke too soon.
Am I the last survivor?
Is everybody dead?
On this long, long, long
Sunday afternoon
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