times are rare when sunday seems like a real weekend. today there are no worries, no anxieties, no last-minute fuss. the whole day is devoted to the serious business of bumming, chilling out, and watching csi ny reruns, without having to think of waking up early tomorrow.
the weather isn't the best, but just cool enough to help me keep my mind on track. ha. that's funny. as if i would dare tell what nonsense i've been working on.
i can't believe the news today
oh, i can't close my eyes and make it go awayhow 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 the dead end street
but i won't heed the battle call
it puts my back up
puts my back up against the wallsunday, bloody sunday
sunday, bloody sunday
sunday, bloody sunday
alright let's goand 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 apartsunday, bloody sunday
sunday, bloody sundayhow long...
how long must we sing this song?
how long? how long...
'cause tonight... we can be as one tonight...wipe the tears from your eyes
wipe your tears away
i'll wipe your tears away
i'll wipe your tears away
oh, wipe your blood shot eyessunday, bloody sunday
sunday, bloody sunday
yeah let's goand 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 diethe real battle yet begun
to claim the victory jesus won
on...sunday bloody sunday
sunday bloody sunday-- u2, sunday bloody sunday
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