 I can't believe the news today.
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 a dead end street.
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.
And the battles just begun.
This many lost, but tell me who has won?
The trench is dug within our hearts.
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. Tonight. Tonight.
Sunday Bloody Sunday. Sunday Bloody Sunday.
Wipe your tears away.
Wipe your tears away.
Wipe your tears away.
Wipe your tears away.
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.
And the real battles just begun
to claim the victory Jesus won on
Sunday Bloody Sunday. Sunday Bloody Sunday.
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