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I can't believe the news today
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I can't close my eyes and make it go away
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How long, how long must we sing this song?
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How long?
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Tonight we can be as one, tonight
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Broken bottles under children's feet
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Bodies strewn across a dead end street
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But I won't heed the battle call
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It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall
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Sunday, bloody Sunday
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Sunday, bloody Sunday
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And the battle's just begun,
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There's many lost, but tell me who has won?
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Trenches dug within our hearts,
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And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart
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Sunday, bloody Sunday
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Sunday, bloody Sunday
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How long, how long must we sing this song?
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How long?
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Tonight we can be as one
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Tonight, tonight
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Sunday, bloody Sunday
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Sunday, bloody Sunday
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Wipe the tears from your eyes
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Wipe your tears away
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Wipe your blood shot eyes
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Sunday, bloody Sunday
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Sunday, bloody Sunday
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And it's true we are immune
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When fact is fiction and T.V. reality
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And today the millions cry
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We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
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The real battle just begun
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To claim the victory Jesus won
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On a Sunday bloody Sunday
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Sunday Bloody Sunday
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Sunday, Bloody Sunday
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| U2 |
