U2 - Bullet the Blue Sky

      


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In the howling wind    comes a stinging rain
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See it driving nails   into the souls on a tree of pain
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From the firefly    a red-orange glow
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I see the face of fear
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Running scared in the valley below

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Oooooooooo
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Oooooooooo
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Bullet the blue sky
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Bullet the blue sky

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In locust wind       comes a rattle and hum
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Jacob wrestled the angel
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And the angel was overcome
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She had a demon seed
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She rase flower of fire
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I see her burning crosses
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I see the flames higher and higher

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Oooooooooo
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Oooooooooo
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Bullet the blue sky
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Bullet the blue sky

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And I see her come up to me
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Her dress red
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Like a rose on a thorn bush
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Like all the colors of a royal flush
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And she's pealing off those dollar bills
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slapping them down
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One hundred
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Two hundred
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And I can see those fighter planes
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And I can see those fighter planes
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Across the mud huts where the children sleep
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Through the alleys and quiet city streets
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Up a staircase to the first floor
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I turn the key and slowly unlock the door
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A man breathes into a saxophone
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Through the walls we hear the city groan
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Outside it's America
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Outside it's America
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"So I'm back in my hotel room,
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 With Johnnie Coltrane and the love supreme,
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 In the next room I hear some woman scream out,
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 That her lover's turning off,
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 Turning on the television,
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 I can't tell the difference between 
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 ABC news, Hill Street Blues
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 And some preacher in the old time gospel hour
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 Stealing money from the sick and the old
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 Well the God I believe in ain't short of cash Mister 
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See across the view
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See the sky ripped open
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See the rain pounding the women and children
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Who run
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Into the arms of America......