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St. Valentine's day comes around once a year, |
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All our thought turn to love as the day it draws near, |
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When sweethearts and darlings, husbands and wives, |
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Pledge love and devotion for the rest of their lives. |
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As day turns to evening soon nighttime does fall, |
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Young people preparing for the Valentine's Ball, |
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As the night rings with laughter some people still |
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Mourn |
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The 48 children who never came home. |
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CHORUS |
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Have we forgotten the suffering and pain |
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The survivors and victims of the fire in Artane, |
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The mothers and fathers forever to mourn |
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The 48 children who never came home. |
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Down to the Stardust they all made their way |
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The bouncers stood back as they lined up to pay |
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The records are spinning there's dancing as well |
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Just how the fire started sure no one can tell. |
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In a matter of seconds confusion did reign |
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The room was in darkness fire exits were chained |
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The firefighters wept for they could not hide, |
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Their anger and sorrow for those left inside. |
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CHORUS |
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All around the city the bad news it spread |
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There's a fire in the Stardust there's 48 dead |
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Hundreds of children are injured and maimed |
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And all just because the fire exits were chained. |
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Our leaders were shocked, grim statements were made |
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They she'd tears in the graveyard as the bodies were |
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Laid |
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The victims have waited in vain for 4 years |
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It seems like our leaders she'd crocodile tears. |
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CHORUS |
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Half a million was spent on solicitor's fees, |
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A fortune to the owner and his family |
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It's hard to believe not one penny came |
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To the working class people who suffered the pain. |
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Days turn to weeks and weeks turn to years |
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Our laws favour the rich or so it appears |
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A woman still waits for her lads to come home |
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Injustice breeds anger and that's what's been done. |
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CHORUS |
