I can't believe the news today
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Oh, I can't close my eyes
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And make it go away
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How long...
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How long must we sing this song
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How long, how long...
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'cause tonight...we can be as one
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Tonight...
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Broken bottles under children's feet
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Bodies strewn across the dead end street
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But I won't heed the battle call
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It puts my back up
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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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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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The trench is dug within our hearts
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And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
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Torn apart
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Sunday, Bloody Sunday
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Sunday, Bloody Sunday
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How long...
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How long must we sing this song
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How long, how long...
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'cause 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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Oh, wipe your tears away
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Oh, wipe your tears away
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(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
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Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes
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(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
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Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
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Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
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And it's true we are immune
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When fact is fiction and TV 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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(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
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The real battle just begun
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To claim the victory Jesus won
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On...
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Sunday Bloody Sunday
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Sunday Bloody Sunday...
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Sunday Bloody Sunday
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