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    The Troubles

    The Cranberries U2
    Zombie Sunday bloody Sunday

    Another head hangs lowly, Yes...


    Child is slowly taken. I can't believe the news today
    And the violence caused such silence, Oh, I can't close my eyes
    Who are we mistaken? And make it go away
    How long...
    But you see, it's not me, it's not my family. How long must we sing this song
    In your head, in your head, they are fighting. How long, how long...
    With their tanks and their bombs, 'cause tonight...we can be as one
    And their bombs, and their guns. Tonight...
    In your head, in your head, they are crying.
    Broken bottles under children's feet
    In your head, in your head, Bodies strewn across the dead end street
    Zombie, zombie, zombie, hey, hey, hey. But I won't heed the battle call
    What's in your head? It puts my back up
    In your head, Puts my back up against the wall
    Zombie, zombie, zombie, hey, hey, hey, hey
    Sunday, Bloody Sunday
    Oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou...
    And the battle's just begun
    Another mother's breakin', There's many lost, but tell me who has won
    Heart is taking over. The trench is dug within our hearts
    When the violence causes silence, And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
    We must be mistaken. Torn apart

    It's the same old theme, since 1916. Sunday, Bloody Sunday
    In your head, in your head,they're still fighting,
    How long...
    With their tanks and their bombs, How long must we sing this song
    And their bombs, and their guns. How long, how long...
    In your head, in your head, they are dying. 'cause tonight... we can be as one
    Tonight... tonight...
    In your head, in your head, Sunday, Bloody Sunday
    Zombie, zombie, zombie, hey, hey, hey.
    What's in your head? Wipe the tears from your eyes
    In your head, Wipe your tears away
    Zombie, zombie, zombie, hey, hey, hey, hey Oh, wipe your tears away
    Oh, wipe your tears away
    Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
    hey, oh, ya, ya-a... Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes
    (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

    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
    (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

    The real battle just begun


    To claim the victory Jesus won
    On...
    Sunday Bloody Sunday...

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