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I can't believe the news today
Oh, I can't close my eyes and make it go away
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long? How long?
'Cause tonight we can be as one, tonight

Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end streets
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

And the battle's just begun
There's many lost but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long? How long?
'Cause tonight we can be as one
Tonight, tonight

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

And it's true we are immune when fact is fiction and TV 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

© POLYGRAM INT. MUSIC PUBL. B.V.;
Yes    I can't believe the news today  Oh, I can't close my eyes and make it go away  How long, how long must we sing this song?  How long? How long?  'Cause tonight we can be as one, tonight    Broken bottles under children's feet  Bodies strewn across the dead end streets  But I won't heed the battle call  It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall    Sunday, Bloody Sunday  Sunday, Bloody Sunday  Sunday, Bloody Sunday    And the battle's just begun  There's many lost but tell me who has won  The trench is dug within our hearts  And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart    Sunday, Bloody Sunday  Sunday, Bloody Sunday    How long, how long must we sing this song?  How long? How long?  'Cause tonight we can be as one  Tonight, tonight    Sunday, Bloody Sunday  Sunday, Bloody Sunday    Wipe the tears from your eyes  Wipe your tears away  Oh, wipe your tears away  Oh, wipe your tears away  Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes    Sunday, Bloody Sunday  Sunday, Bloody Sunday    And it's true we are immune when fact is fiction and TV 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    © POLYGRAM INT. MUSIC PUBL. B.V.;