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Manchester Uk

Manchester City Centre, UK, 1996, a large white van did stop Two men got out and ran away, then they blew our City up The van was full of gelignite, enough to fill a shop With thousands of people shopping and it caught them on the hop The police knew who the men were but there were no arrest They did not want this incident to change the IRA peace process The building's all but flattened and stone turned into rocks But an iconic thing stood out tall, an old red mail box It was the only thing left standing, that was central to the blast But it still stands up, in the same place, to remind us of the past The box remains iconic, standing like a god Sending out our message, we will beat the iron rod Twenty years have passed us by, our City is reborn The IRA have got the point, that we will not be crushed like corn My Manchester, I love her, she is like a queen The greatest City in the world, the best that you have seen

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