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^HmiI can’t be^Dlieve the news to^Gday

^HmiOh, I can’t ^Dclose my eyes and ^Gmake it go away

^DHow long? ^EmiHow long must we sing this song?

^DHow long, how ^Emilong?

’Cause to^Hnight ^Dwe can be as ^Gone, tonight!



Broken bottles under children’s feet

Bodies strewn across the dead-end street

But I won’t heed the battle call

It puts my back up against the wall



Sunday, bloody Sunday - Sunday, bloody Sunday



And the battle’s just begun

There’s many lost, but tell me who has won?

The trenches dug within our hearts

And mother’s children, brothers, sisters torn apart



Sunday, bloody Sunday - Sunday, bloody Sunday





Wipe the tears from your eyes. Wipe your tears away. Wipe your bloodshot eyes.



Sunday, bloody Sunday - Sunday, bloody Sunday



And it’s true we are immune

When fact is fiction and T.V. is reality

And today the millions cry

We eat and drink while tomorrow they die

The real battle just begun

To claim the victory Jesus won, On



Sunday, bloody Sunday - Sunday, bloody Sunday