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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 my face away
and dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
this year's for me and you
so christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
when all our true
They've got cars big as bars
they've got rivers of gold
but the wind goes right you
it's no place for the old
you took my hand
on a cold christmas eve
you promised me
broadway was waiting 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 singing
we on a corner
danced through the night
The boys of the choir
were 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
lying there dead on a drip in that bed
you scumbag, you maggot
you cheap lousy faggot
happy arse
I pray god it's our last
the boys of the nypd choir
singing "galway bay"
and the were out
for christmas day
I could have been someone
so could anyone
you took my dreams from me
when I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams you
The boys of the nypd choir
"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 my face away
and dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
this year's for me and you
so christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
when all our true
They've got cars big as bars
they've got rivers of gold
but the wind goes right you
it's no place for the old
you took my hand
on a cold christmas eve
you promised me
broadway was waiting 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 singing
we on a corner
danced through the night
The boys of the choir
were 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
lying there dead on a drip in that bed
you scumbag, you maggot
you cheap lousy faggot
happy arse
I pray god it's our last
the boys of the nypd choir
singing "galway bay"
and the were out
for christmas day
I could have been someone
so could anyone
you took my dreams from me
when I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams you
The boys of the nypd choir
"galway bay"
and the bells are ringing out
for christmas day
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