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\beginsong{Sunday Bloody Sunday}[by=U2,cov=war] |
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\cover |
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\gtab{Mim}{022000} |
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\gtab{Sim}{2:002210} |
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\gtab{Ré}{XX0232} |
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\gtab{Sol}{320003} |
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\gtab{Mim}{022000} |
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\beginverse* |
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\[Ré]How long, How long must we sing this \[Mim]song, |
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\[Ré]How long, \[Mim]How long. |
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\[Sim]I can't be\[Ré]lieve the news to\[Sol]day |
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\[Sim]Oh, I can't \[Ré]close my eyes and \[Sol]make it go away |
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\[Ré]How long, |
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\[Mim]How long must we sing this song ? |
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\[Ré]How long ? How \[Mim]long \dots |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse* |
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\[Sim]Tonight,\[Ré] \[Sol]we can be as one, tonight. |
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\[Sim]'Cause tonight,\[Ré] \[Sol]we can be as one, tonight. |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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\[Sim]Broken \[Ré]Bottles under \[Sol]childrens feet |
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\[Sim]Bodies \[Ré]strewn across a \[Sol]dead end street |
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\[Sim]I won\[Ré]'t heed \[Sol]the battle call |
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\[Sim]It put's my \[Ré]back up my \[Sol]back up against the wall |
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\[Sim]Broken \[Ré]bottles under \[Sol]children's feet |
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\[Sim]Bodies \[Ré]strewn across the \[Sol]dead-end streets |
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\[Sim]But I won't \[Ré]heed the battle \[Sol]call |
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\[Sim]It puts my \[Ré]back up, puts my \[Sol]back up against the wall |
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\endverse |
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\beginchorus |
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@ -28,17 +32,19 @@ Sunday, bloody Sunday |
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\endchorus |
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\beginverse |
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And the battles just begun |
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Many lost but tell me who has won |
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Trenches dug within our hearts |
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Mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart. |
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And the battle's just begun |
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There's many lost but tell me who has won |
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The trench is dug within our hearts |
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And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart. |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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And it's true we are immune |
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When fact is fiction and T.V is reality |
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When fact is fiction and TV is reality |
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And today the millions cry |
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We eat and drink while tomorrow they die. |
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We eat and drink while tomorrow they die |
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The real battle just begun |
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To claim the victory Jesus won on |
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\endverse |
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\endsong |
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