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Riff [A]

   Bm      D       G

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------3----3----3----2-----3---3-----3----3---

---4----------2----------0---------0----------0-

 

Solo:

                                                           

E-12-12-12-10-10---12-12-12-10-10-

B------------------------------------------------

 

E------------------------------------------------

B-12-12-12-10-10---12-12-12-10-10-

 

E------------------------------------------------

B-10-10-10--8--8--8--7--7--7--5--5--5-

 

E------------------------------------------------

B-3--3--5--3--2--0--------------------------

 

E-------------------------------------------------

B---0-2-3-2-3-5-3-5-7-5-7-8-7-8-10-8-

G-2----------------------------------------------

 

E---10-10--9--------------------------------

B-10-12-10-12------------10-12-12---

 

(Intro-Riff A)

Bm              D                     G

I can't believe the news today

Oh, I can't close my eyes and make it go away

D

How long?

Em           

How long must we sing this song?

D                    Em

How long, how long?

B               D  G

'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 against the wall

 

Sunday, bloody Sunday

Sunday, bloody Sunday

 

And the battle's just begun

There's many lost, but tell me who has won?

The trenches dug within our hearts

And mother's children, brothers, sisters torn apart

 

Sunday, bloody Sunday

Sunday, bloody Sunday

 

Wipe the tears from your eyes

Wipe your tears away

Wipe your bloodshot eyes

 

Sunday, bloody Sunday

Sunday, bloody Sunday

 

And it's true we are immune

When fact is fiction and T.V. is reality

And today the millions cry

We eat and drink while tomorrow they die

The real battle just begun

To claim the victory Jesus won,

On Sunday, bloody Sunday

Sunday, bloody Sunday...

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