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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 another one
and then 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
year's for me and you
so happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a time
all our come true
They've got cars big as bars
they've got rivers of gold
but the wind goes right through you
it's no place for the old
when you first my hand
on a eve
you promised me
broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
you were pretty
of new york city
when the band playing
they howled out for more
sinatra was swinging,
all the drunks singing
we kissed on a corner
then the night
The boys of the nypd choir
singing "galway bay"
and the ringing out
for christmas day
You're a bum
you're a punk
you're an old on junk
lying there almost on a drip in that bed
you scumbag, you maggot
you lousy faggot
happy christmas your arse
I god it's our last
the boys of the nypd choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the ringing out
for christmas day
I could have been someone
well so could anyone
you took my from me
I first found you
I kept them 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
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells are ringing out
for day
in the tank
an old man said to me, won't see another one
and then 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
year's for me and you
so happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a time
all our come true
They've got cars big as bars
they've got rivers of gold
but the wind goes right through you
it's no place for the old
when you first my hand
on a eve
you promised me
broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
you were pretty
of new york city
when the band playing
they howled out for more
sinatra was swinging,
all the drunks singing
we kissed on a corner
then the night
The boys of the nypd choir
singing "galway bay"
and the ringing out
for christmas day
You're a bum
you're a punk
you're an old on junk
lying there almost on a drip in that bed
you scumbag, you maggot
you lousy faggot
happy christmas your arse
I god it's our last
the boys of the nypd choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the ringing out
for christmas day
I could have been someone
well so could anyone
you took my from me
I first found you
I kept them 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
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells are ringing out
for day
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