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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 BEA LONG. LONG. LONG

SUNDAY AFTERNOON



JUST KILLING TIME ANO 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 AFIERNOON