[Music & Words: KF]
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Remember well the 30th of January,
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The feeling of dread that was in the air.
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The people marched for their right to equality,
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They only wanted to be treated fair.
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Shots were fired my a mindless military,
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The people ran they were unarmed
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Across the world we will read of Derry
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And those who died by oppressive hands.
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13 people lost their lives that Sunday,
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Women, children and innocent men.
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Many wounded lay crying in agony,
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The knights of Malta attended them.
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And so began the government cover up.
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And so began the lies and deceit.
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Soldiers statement would be changed and torn up,
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No reports would come from men on the street.
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As the years went by the people began to talk,
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The hidden crimes were now being told.
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Innocent protestors - shot in back,
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Left to die in the winter cold.
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The bullets used had all been tampered,
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Maximum injury would come from them.
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This tyranny will not go un-noticed,
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Our day will come again.
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Bloody Sunday
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Cruachan |