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just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart
just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart
just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart
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All right lets go!

And the battles just begun
There's many lost but tell me who has won
The trenches dug within our hearts
And mothers, children,
let's go)

And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won?
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children,
, bloody Sunday

(Oh, let's go)

And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won?
The trench is dug within our hearts
just begun
There's many lost but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart
just begun
There's many lost but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart
just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart
to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please

Let me down easy, no big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks
No deep conversation
to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please
Let me down easy
No big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks
No deep conversation
to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please

Let me down easy
No big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks
No deep conversation
to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please

Let me down easy
No big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks
No deep conversation
to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please

Let me down easy
No big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks
No deep conversation
Break away break away break away break away

This stick was signed by jean belliveau so don't fucking tell me where
To fucking go
On Sunday afternoon
to a park that's covered with trees.
Tell me on a Sunday please.

Let me down easy, no big song and dance.
No long faces, no long looks, no deep
feels too long.
Baby, take off those stilettos,
Just lay back, it's you and me.
I'm kickin' it with my baby,
Kickin' it with my baby
(It's a Sunday
to a park that's covered with trees,
Tell me on a Sunday please.
Let me down easy, no big song and dance.
No long faces, no long looks.
No deep
to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please
Let me down easy
No big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks
No deep conversation
On a dusty pew in a vestibule
Sits the Devil playing pocket pool
He's waiting for the next poor fool
Who forgot that it was Sunday

We used to tell each
you dare tell me that I'm my father's son
When that was just an accident of birth.
I'd rather look around me -- compose a better song

'Cause that's
to a park that's covered with trees

Tell me on a Sunday please
Let me down easy
No big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks

No deep
hear the news. 
Take me to a park that's covered with trees. 
Tell me on a Sunday please. 

Let me down easy, no big song and dance. 
No long faces,
alive
And take me away and turn back the years
Sing me back home before I die

And I remember Sunday evening 
When a choir came in from town
Just
alive
Take me away and turn back the years
Sing me back home before I die

I recall last Sunday morning a choir from 'cross the street
Came in