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