Testo: Saving Abel. Miss America. Bloody Sunday.

You're telling me I can be your enemy
Your enemy

Another bloody Sunday
Another sunburn on my skin
Another lesson I begin

Another bridge you've burned
One more lesson you can't learn
Another cold one creeping in
And I don't need you telling me
All these messed up crazy things

You keep telling me I can be your enemy
The truth is so far away
You keep pushing it further, digging it deeper
With a pretty face

On the day that your innocence died
You let it rot me away
You're telling me I can be your enemy
That bloody Sunday

The sun still looks the same to me
Out from my back door
Girl, I never knew before
And I don't need you telling me
All these messed up crazy things

You keep telling me I can be your enemy
The truth is so far away
You keep pushing it further, digging it deeper
With a pretty face

On the day that your innocence died
You let it rot me away
You're telling me I can be your enemy
That bloody Sunday

You're telling me I can be your enemy
You keep pushing it further, digging it deeper
With a pretty face

And I don't need you telling me
All these messed up crazy things

You keep telling me I can be your enemy
The truth is so far away
You keep pushing it further, digging it deeper
With a pretty face

On the day that your innocence died
You let it rot me away
That bloody Sunday, that bloody Sunday

You keep telling me I can be your enemy
The truth is so far away
You keep pushing it further, digging it deeper

You keep telling me I can be your enemy
The truth is so far away
You keep pushing it further, digging it deeper

Another bloody Sunday
Another sunburn on my skin
Another lesson I begin