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versão original pode ser encontrada em October
(This is Gloria)
(Two three four!)
When I try to sing this song
I... I try to stand up
But I can't find my feet
I try, I try to speak up
But only in you I'm complete
Gloria... in te domine
Gloria... exultate
Gloria... Gloria
Oh Lord, loosen my lips
(Loosen 'em!)
When I try to sing this song
I... I try to get in
But I can't find the door
The door is open
You're standing there
You let me in
Gloria... in te domine
Gloria... exultate
Oh Lord, if I had anything
Anything at all
I'd give it to you
I'd give it to you
You you
Give it to you
(Hey, this is Red Rocks)
(Adam Clayton)
(This is The Edge)
Gloria... in te domine
Gloria... Gloria...
Gloria... in te domine
Gloria... Gloria...
Gloria... in te domine
Gloria... Gloria...
Gloria... in te domine
Gloria... Gloria...
It's cold outside
It gets so hot in here
And the boys and girls collide
To The music in my ear
Hear the children crying
And I know it's time to go
I hear the children crying
Take me home
A painted face
And I know we haven't long
We thought that we had the answers
It was the questions we had wrong
Hear the children crying
And I know it's time to go
I hear the children crying
Take me home
Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song
La lah la lah... La lah la lah... La lah lah...
La lah la lah... La lah la lah... La lah lah...
La lah la lah... La lah la lah... La lah lah...
La lah la lah... La lah la lah... La lah lah...
Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song
Call out your name
Call out in shame
Call out your name
Call out
You better call out
Call, call, call out
A versão original pode ser encontrada em Boy
(Ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you... I will follow!)
I was on the outside when you say
You say you needed me
I was looking at myself
I was blind, could not see
A boy tries hard to be a man
His mother takes him by his hand
He stops to think he starts to cry
Oh why
If you walkaway, walkaway
I walkaway, walkaway... I will follow
If you walkaway, walkaway
I walkaway, walkaway... I will... follow
I was on the inside
When they pulled the four walls down
I was looking through the window
I was lost, I am found
Walkaway, walkaway
Walkaway, walkaway... I will follow
If you walkaway, walkaway,
I walkaway, walkaway... I will... follow
Your eyes make a circle
I see you when I go in there
But it's your eyes
But it's your eyes
But it's your eyes
Your eyes
If you walkaway, walkaway
I walkaway, walkaway... I will follow
If you walkaway, walkaway
I walkaway, walkaway... I will follow
I will follow
I will... follow
I will follow
I will... I will
I will... I will
I know a girl, a girl called Party
Party Girl
I know she wants more than a party
Party Girl
And she won't tell me her name
Oh no, not me
I know a boy, a boy called Trash
Trash Can
I know he does all that he can
Wham Bam
And she won't tell me his name
Oh no, not me
(Guitar hero?)
When I was three, I thought the world revolved around me
I was wrong
And so I sing along
And if you dance, then dance with me
I know a girl, a girl called Party
Party Girl
I know she wants more than a party
Party Girl
I know a boy, a boy called Trampoline
You know what I mean
I think I know what he wants
I think I know what he wants
I think I know what you want
I think I know what you want
I think I know what you want
I think I know what you want
I think I know what he wants
A versão original pode ser encontrada em War
(There's been a lot of talk about this next song.
Maybe, maybe too much talk. This song is not a rebel song.
This song is Sunday Bloody Sunday.)
I can't believe the news today
I can't close my eyes
And make it go away
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? How long...
Tonight... we can be as one
Tonight...
Broken bottles under children's feet
And bodies strewn across a dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
Puts my back up
My back up against the wall
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? How long...
Tonight... we can be as one
Tonight...
Tonight... tonight...
Tonight... tonight...
(Get it up!)
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Wipe your tears away
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
(I'm so sick of it!)
(Run it up!)
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
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday) To claim the victory Jesus won
On...
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday
A versão original pode ser encontrada em Boy
Somebody cry, somebody cry
Somebody cry
Well somebody try, somebody try
Somebody try something quick
Don't you look back, don't you look back
Don't you look back
Well somebody cry, somebody cry
Somebody cry
Well I can't see why or
What for!
What for!
What for!
(Break it up!)
Boy, stupid boy
Don't sit at the table
'til you're able to
Toy, broken toy
You shout and shout
You're inside out
'til you don't know... Electric co.
'til you don't know... Electric co.
Red, running red
You play for real
Toy could feel
Hole in your head
You go in shock
You're spoon-fed
'til you don't know... Electric co.
'til you don't know... Electric co.
(Break it up!)
I love the crowd...
If you don't know... Electric co.
If you don't know... Electric co.
If you don't know... Electric co.
If you don't know... Electric co.
A versão original pode ser encontrada em War
Yeah...
All is quiet on New Year's Day
A world in white gets underway
Oh, I want to be with you
Be with you night and day
Nothing changes on New Year's Day
On New Year's Day
I will be with you again
I will be with you again
Under a blood red sky
A crowd has gathered in black and white
Arms entwined, the chosen few
The newspaper says, says
Say it's true it's true...
And we can break through
Though torn in two
We can be one
I... I will begin again
I... I will begin again
I will be with you again
I will be with you again
I will be with you again
I will be with you again
A versão original pode ser encontrada em War
(Sing this with me, this is 40)
I waited patiently for the Lord
He inclined and heard my cry
He lift me up out of the pit
Out of the mire and clay
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?
How long... how long... how long...
How long... to sing this song
He set my feet upon a rock
And made my footsteps firm
Many will see
Many will see and hear
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
(Sing it!)
How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?
How long... how long... how long...
How long... to sing this song
(Thank you. Good night)
[A platéia continua cantando "How long..."]
