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| I can't be | lieve the news to | day |
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| 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 |
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| To | night | We can be as one to | night |
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| Broken | bottles under | children's feet |
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| Bodies | strewn across a | dead end street |
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| But I won't | heed the battle | call |
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| It puts my | back up puts my | back up against the wall |
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| Sunday | bloody sun | day |
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| Sunday | bloody sun | day |
| F | Em | D | F | Em | D | F | Em | D | |
| Sunday | bloody sun | day |
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| And the | battle's just | begun, |
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| theres many | lost but tell me | who has won? |
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| The trenches | dug within our | hearts, |
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| and | mothers | children, brothers | sisters torn apart |
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| Sunday | bloody sun | day |
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| Sunday | bloody sun | day |
| D | Em7 | |
| How long | how long must we sing this song |
| D | Em7 | |
| How long to | night |
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| To | night | we can be as one to | night |
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| to | night | to | night to | night | to | night |
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| Wipe your | tears away | wipe your | tears away |
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| Sunday | bloody sun | day |
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| Sunday | bloody sun | day |
| F | Em | D | F | Em | D | Bm | D | G | |
| Sunday | bloody sun | day |
| F | Em | D | F | Em | D | Bm | D | G | |
| Sunday | bloody sun | day |
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| And it's | true we are | immune, |
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| when fact is | fiction and | TV is reality |
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| And to | day the millions | cry, |
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| we eat and | drink while to | morrow they die |
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| Sunday | bloody sun | day |
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| Sunday | bloody sun | day |
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| Sunday | bloody sun | day |
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| Sunday | bloody sun | day |