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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 one
and then he sang a song
the rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away
and dreamed about you
Got on a 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 true
They've got cars big as bars
they've got of gold
but the wind right you
it's no place for the old
you first took my hand
on a christmas eve
you promised me
broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
you were pretty
queen of new york city
the band playing
they out for more
sinatra was swinging,
all the drunks they were singing
we kissed on a corner
then danced through the night
The of the choir
singing "galway bay"
and the bells were ringing out
for day
You're a bum
you're a punk
you're an old slut on junk
lying there almost on a drip in that bed
you scumbag, you maggot
you cheap faggot
happy christmas your arse
I pray god it's our last
the boys of the nypd choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells were ringing out
for christmas day
I could have been someone
well so anyone
you took my dreams me
when I first you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with 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 day
in the drunk 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 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 true
They've got cars big as bars
they've got of gold
but the wind right you
it's no place for the old
you first took my hand
on a christmas eve
you promised me
broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
you were pretty
queen of new york city
the band playing
they out for more
sinatra was swinging,
all the drunks they were singing
we kissed on a corner
then danced through the night
The of the choir
singing "galway bay"
and the bells were ringing out
for day
You're a bum
you're a punk
you're an old slut on junk
lying there almost on a drip in that bed
you scumbag, you maggot
you cheap faggot
happy christmas your arse
I pray god it's our last
the boys of the nypd choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells were ringing out
for christmas day
I could have been someone
well so anyone
you took my dreams me
when I first you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with 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 day
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