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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 dew
I turned my face away
and about you
Got on a one
came in to one
I've got a feeling
year's for me and you
so happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better 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 took my hand
on a cold christmas eve
you me
broadway was waiting for me
You handsome
you pretty
queen of new york city
when the band finished playing
howled out for more
sinatra was swinging,
all the drunks were singing
we kissed on a corner
then danced through the night
The of the choir
were 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 cheap lousy faggot
happy christmas your arse
I pray god it's our last
the boys of the choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells were out
for christmas day
I have been someone
well so could anyone
you my dreams from me
when I found you
I them with me babe
I put them with my own
can't make it all alone
I've built 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 drunk tank
an old man said to me, won't see another one
and then he sang a song
the rare old dew
I turned my face away
and about you
Got on a one
came in to one
I've got a feeling
year's for me and you
so happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better 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 took my hand
on a cold christmas eve
you me
broadway was waiting for me
You handsome
you pretty
queen of new york city
when the band finished playing
howled out for more
sinatra was swinging,
all the drunks were singing
we kissed on a corner
then danced through the night
The of the choir
were 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 cheap lousy faggot
happy christmas your arse
I pray god it's our last
the boys of the choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells were out
for christmas day
I have been someone
well so could anyone
you my dreams from me
when I found you
I them with me babe
I put them with my own
can't make it all alone
I've built 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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