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Interprčte : Sans accords
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[SIm]I
can't bel[RE]ieve the news [SOL]today
[SIm]I can't close my [RE]eyes
and make it[SOL] go away
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[RE]How
long, [MIm]how long must we
sing this song,
[RE]How long, [MIm]how
long.
[SIm]Tonight [RE]we
can be as [SOL]one, [SIm]tonight.
[RE]
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Brother bottles under
children's feast
Bodies strew across the desol end sheet
But I don't need the battle call
It puts my back up, my back up against the wall.
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[SIm]Sunday,
[RE]bloody Sun[SOL]day
[FA]Sunday, [MIm]bloody
Sun[RE]day.
[SIm]Sunday, [RE]bloody
Sun[SOL]day
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And the battle just begin
There were many lost but tell me who has won
The trenches dog within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers and sisters turn apart
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Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
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How long, how long must we
sing this song,
How long, how long.
Tonight we can be as one, tonight.
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And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction or reality
And though the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die.
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Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
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