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Fairytale Of New York 
Medium
by The Pogues
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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 then he sang a song
the rare old mountain dew
I turned my away
and dreamed about you
Got on a 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 better time
when all our dreams come true
They've got big as bars
they've got rivers of gold
but the wind goes right through you
it's no for the old
when you first took my hand
on a cold christmas eve
you me
broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
you pretty
queen of new york city
the band finished playing
they out for more
sinatra was swinging,
all the drunks they were singing
we on a corner
through the night
The boys of the nypd 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
there dead on a drip in 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 "galway bay"
and the bells were ringing out
for christmas day
I could been someone
so could anyone
you took my from me
when I found you
I kept them me babe
I put with my own
can't make it all alone
I've built my you
The boys of the nypd 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 then he sang a song
the rare old mountain dew
I turned my away
and dreamed about you
Got on a 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 better time
when all our dreams come true
They've got big as bars
they've got rivers of gold
but the wind goes right through you
it's no for the old
when you first took my hand
on a cold christmas eve
you me
broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
you pretty
queen of new york city
the band finished playing
they out for more
sinatra was swinging,
all the drunks they were singing
we on a corner
through the night
The boys of the nypd 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
there dead on a drip in 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 "galway bay"
and the bells were ringing out
for christmas day
I could been someone
so could anyone
you took my from me
when I found you
I kept them me babe
I put with my own
can't make it all alone
I've built my you
The boys of the nypd choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells are ringing out
for christmas day
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