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Fairytale Of New York 
Medium
by The Pogues
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It was 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 about you
Got on a 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 better time
when all our dreams 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
you first my hand
on a cold christmas eve
you me
broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
you were pretty
queen of new york city
the band finished playing
they out for more
sinatra was swinging,
all the drunks they were singing
we kissed on a corner
then 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
there almost on a in that bed
you scumbag, you maggot
you cheap lousy faggot
happy christmas arse
I pray god it's our last
the boys of the choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells were ringing out
for christmas day
I could been someone
well so anyone
you my from me
when I first found you
I them me babe
I put them with my own
can't it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
The boys of the nypd choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells are 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 about you
Got on a 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 better time
when all our dreams 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
you first my hand
on a cold christmas eve
you me
broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
you were pretty
queen of new york city
the band finished playing
they out for more
sinatra was swinging,
all the drunks they were singing
we kissed on a corner
then 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
there almost on a in that bed
you scumbag, you maggot
you cheap lousy faggot
happy christmas arse
I pray god it's our last
the boys of the choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells were ringing out
for christmas day
I could been someone
well so anyone
you my from me
when I first found you
I them me babe
I put them with my own
can't it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
The boys of the nypd choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells are out
for christmas day
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