Sunday Bloody Sunday
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?
'Cos tonight
We can be as one, 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, puts my back up against the wall
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Adapted from: https://www.letras.mus.br/
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