I can't believe the news today
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Oh, 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, 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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And 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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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 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, how long?
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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, yeah
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I wipe the tears from your eyes
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I wipe your tears away
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(Tonight, tonight)
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I wipe your tears away
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(Tonight, tonight)
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I wipe your tears away
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(Tonight, tonight)
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I wipe your bloodshot eyes
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(Tonight, tonight)
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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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(The real battle just begun)
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Sunday, bloody Sunday
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(To claim the victory Jesus won 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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| Paramore |
