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    The song describes the aftermath of violence ("broken bottles under children's feet" and "bodies strewn across the dead end street") and questions how long this cycle of conflict must continue ("How long, how long must we sing this song?"). It references the human costs of war in tearing families apart and leaves many lost with no clear victor. The lyrics ask how long this situation will persist and how long the song will have to be sung about the bloody violence.

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    "Sunday, Bloody Sunday": (Originally by U2)

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    The song describes the aftermath of violence ("broken bottles under children's feet" and "bodies strewn across the dead end street") and questions how long this cycle of conflict must continue ("How long, how long must we sing this song?"). It references the human costs of war in tearing families apart and leaves many lost with no clear victor. The lyrics ask how long this situation will persist and how long the song will have to be sung about the bloody violence.

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    "Sunday, Bloody Sunday"

    (originally by U2)

    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?
    Tonight, we can be as one tonight

    Broken bottles under children's feet


    And 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


    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?

    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, yeah

    I wipe the tears from your eyes


    I wipe your tears away
    (Tonight, tonight)
    I wipe your tears away
    (Tonight, tonight)
    I wipe your tears away
    (Tonight, tonight)
    I wipe your bloodshot eyes
    (Tonight, tonight)

    Sunday, bloody Sunday


    Sunday, bloody Sunday
    Sunday, bloody Sunday
    (The real battle just begun)
    Sunday, bloody Sunday
    (To claim the victory Jesus won on...)

    Sunday, bloody Sunday


    Sunday, bloody Sunday
    "Sunday, Bloody Sunday"
    (originally by U2)

    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?
    Tonight, we can be as one tonight

    Broken bottles under children's feet


    And 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


    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?

    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, yeah

    I wipe the tears from your eyes


    I wipe your tears away
    (Tonight, tonight)
    I wipe your tears away
    (Tonight, tonight)
    I wipe your tears away
    (Tonight, tonight)
    I wipe your bloodshot eyes
    (Tonight, tonight)

    Sunday, bloody Sunday


    Sunday, bloody Sunday
    Sunday, bloody Sunday
    (The real battle just begun)
    Sunday, bloody Sunday
    (To claim the victory Jesus won on...)

    Sunday, bloody Sunday


    Sunday, bloody Sunday
    "Sunday, Bloody Sunday"
    (originally by U2)

    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?
    Tonight, we can be as one tonight

    Broken bottles under children's feet


    And 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


    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?

    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, yeah

    I wipe the tears from your eyes


    I wipe your tears away
    (Tonight, tonight)
    I wipe your tears away
    (Tonight, tonight)
    I wipe your tears away
    (Tonight, tonight)
    I wipe your bloodshot eyes
    (Tonight, tonight)

    Sunday, bloody Sunday


    Sunday, bloody Sunday
    Sunday, bloody Sunday
    (The real battle just begun)
    Sunday, bloody Sunday
    (To claim the victory Jesus won on...)

    Sunday, bloody Sunday


    Sunday, bloody Sunday
    "Sunday, Bloody Sunday"
    (originally by U2)

    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?
    Tonight, we can be as one tonight

    Broken bottles under children's feet


    And 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


    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?

    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, yeah

    I wipe the tears from your eyes


    I wipe your tears away
    (Tonight, tonight)
    I wipe your tears away
    (Tonight, tonight)
    I wipe your tears away
    (Tonight, tonight)
    I wipe your bloodshot eyes
    (Tonight, tonight)

    Sunday, bloody Sunday


    Sunday, bloody Sunday
    Sunday, bloody Sunday
    (The real battle just begun)
    Sunday, bloody Sunday
    (To claim the victory Jesus won on...)

    Sunday, bloody Sunday


    Sunday, bloody Sunday

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