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Fairytale Of New York 
Medium
by The Pogues
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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 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 love you baby
I can see a better time
when all our dreams come true
They've got big as bars
they've got rivers of gold
but the goes right you
it's no place for the old
when you first took my hand
on a cold eve
you promised me
broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
you were pretty
queen of new york city
the band playing
they howled out for more
was swinging,
all the drunks were singing
we on a corner
then through the night
The boys of the choir
singing "galway bay"
and the bells ringing out
for christmas day
You're a bum
you're a punk
you're an old on junk
there almost dead on a drip in that bed
you scumbag, you maggot
you lousy faggot
happy christmas your arse
I pray god it's our last
the boys of the nypd choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the were out
for christmas day
I have been someone
well so could anyone
you my from me
when I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them my own
can't make it all alone
I've my dreams around you
The boys of the nypd choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells are ringing out
for christmas 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 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 love you baby
I can see a better time
when all our dreams come true
They've got big as bars
they've got rivers of gold
but the goes right you
it's no place for the old
when you first took my hand
on a cold eve
you promised me
broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
you were pretty
queen of new york city
the band playing
they howled out for more
was swinging,
all the drunks were singing
we on a corner
then through the night
The boys of the choir
singing "galway bay"
and the bells ringing out
for christmas day
You're a bum
you're a punk
you're an old on junk
there almost dead on a drip in that bed
you scumbag, you maggot
you lousy faggot
happy christmas your arse
I pray god it's our last
the boys of the nypd choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the were out
for christmas day
I have been someone
well so could anyone
you my from me
when I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them my own
can't make it all alone
I've my dreams around you
The boys of the nypd choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells are ringing out
for christmas day
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