You’ve travelled too far in the pouring rain
Came to see if I could still feel the same
I can’t recall when I last saw your face
Seems like years ago in such a different place

I’m so sorry that it’s come to this
I didn’t mean to leave you without one last kiss

And I’m surprised you didn’t know!
There’s only two ways this can go
And you’re the one who leaves alone
We’ll never be
And there is nothing you can say
To pull me back the other way
You’ll have to learn to live a day without me- without me

Moving on is the best I can offer you
I wish I could say that my heart had stayed true
It fell apart so very long ago
And I’m surprise you didn’t know

I’m so sorry that it’s come to this
I didn’t mean to leave you without one last kiss

And I’m surprised you didn’t know!
There’s only two ways this can go
And you’re the one who leaves alone
We’ll never be
And there is nothing you can say
To pull me back the other way
You’ll have to learn to live a day without me – without me
Without me
Without me
Without me

I’m so sorry that it’s come to this
Again, I’ll leave you without one last kiss

And I’m surprised you didn’t know!
There’s only two ways this can go
And you’re the one who leaves alone
We’ll never be
And there is nothing you can say
To pull me back the other way
You’ll have to learn to live a day without me – without me

 

Richard Ratcliffe is on hunger strike outside of the foreign office, his wife Nazanin who is an Iranian-British dual citizen, is being held prisoner in Iran. In 2016, she was sentenced to five years in prison after being found guilty of “plotting to topple the Iranian government”. She is still being held prisoner.

The UK owes the Iranian government £400m.

 

In 2017 when the UK Prime Minister Boris Johnson was British Foreign Secretary, he said Nazanin “was simply teaching people journalism as I understand it, at the very limit.” A central part of Nazanin’s defence was that she was in Iran on a holiday and never worked to train journalists in the country. His comment did not help the situation, it exacerbated it.

Please sign the petition to help free Nazanin:

Free Nazanin Ratcliffe

I am tired of the lies and the deceit
I am tired of all the broken promises
You not only manipulated me, but my friends too

People tolerate bad relationships
For far too long, purely out of habit,
But this cruelty has to come to an end

I have had enough of your pernicious ways
And I want to get far away from you as possible,
You are the worst government I have ever had!

 

I can’t believe the news today
Oh, I can’t close my eyes
And make it go away
How long…
How long must we sing this song?
How long? How long…
’cause tonight…we can be as one
Tonight…

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

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, brothers, sisters
Torn apart

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

How long…
How long must we sing this song?
How long? How long…
’cause tonight…we can be as one
Tonight…tonight…

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

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
To claim the victory Jesus won
On…

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday…

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