| 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 |