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Fairytale Of New York 
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It was christmas eve babe
in the drunk tank
an old man said to me, won't see another one
and he sang a song
the rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away
and dreamed you
Got on a lucky one
came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
this year's for me and you
so happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a time
when all our dreams true
They've got big as bars
they've got rivers of gold
but the goes right through you
it's no place for the old
you first took my hand
on a cold christmas eve
you me
broadway was for me
You were handsome
you were pretty
of new york city
when the band finished playing
they howled out for more
sinatra was swinging,
all the they were singing
we kissed on a corner
then danced through the night
The boys of the nypd choir
were "galway bay"
and the bells were ringing out
for christmas day
You're a bum
you're a punk
you're an old slut on junk
lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
you scumbag, you maggot
you cheap lousy faggot
happy christmas your arse
I god it's our last
the boys of the choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells were ringing out
for day
I could been someone
well so could anyone
you took my dreams from me
when I you
I kept them with me babe
I put them my own
can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
The boys of the choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells are ringing out
for christmas day
in the drunk tank
an old man said to me, won't see another one
and he sang a song
the rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away
and dreamed you
Got on a lucky one
came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
this year's for me and you
so happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a time
when all our dreams true
They've got big as bars
they've got rivers of gold
but the goes right through you
it's no place for the old
you first took my hand
on a cold christmas eve
you me
broadway was for me
You were handsome
you were pretty
of new york city
when the band finished playing
they howled out for more
sinatra was swinging,
all the they were singing
we kissed on a corner
then danced through the night
The boys of the nypd choir
were "galway bay"
and the bells were ringing out
for christmas day
You're a bum
you're a punk
you're an old slut on junk
lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
you scumbag, you maggot
you cheap lousy faggot
happy christmas your arse
I god it's our last
the boys of the choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells were ringing out
for day
I could been someone
well so could anyone
you took my dreams from me
when I you
I kept them with me babe
I put them my own
can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
The boys of the choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells are ringing out
for christmas day
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