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 wall. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Oh, let’s go.

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 wall. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Oh, let’s go. - U2
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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 wall. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Oh, let’s go. - U2
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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 wall. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Oh, let’s go. - U2
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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 wall. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Oh, let’s go. - U2
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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 wall. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Oh, let’s go. - U2
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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 wall. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Oh, let’s go. - U2
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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 wall. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Oh, let’s go. - U2
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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 wall. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. Oh, let’s go. - U2
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It’s a beautiful day. Don’t let it get away - U2
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One love, One blood, One life, You got to do what you should, One life With each other, Sisters, Brothers, One life, But we’re not the same. We get to Carry each other, Carry each other - U2
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