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Fairytale Of New York 
Medium
by The Pogues
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It was eve babe
in the drunk tank
an old man to me, won't see another one
and he a song
the rare old mountain dew
I turned my away
and dreamed about you
Got on a lucky 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 of gold
but the wind right through you
it's no place for the old
when you first took my hand
on a cold christmas eve
you promised me
broadway was for me
You were handsome
you were pretty
queen of new york city
when the band finished playing
they howled out for more
sinatra was swinging,
all the drunks were singing
we kissed on a corner
then danced 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 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 were out
for christmas day
I could have been someone
well so could anyone
you my from me
when I found you
I them with me babe
I put them with my own
can't it all alone
I've built my around you
The boys of the choir
still "galway bay"
and the are ringing out
for christmas day
in the drunk tank
an old man to me, won't see another one
and he a song
the rare old mountain dew
I turned my away
and dreamed about you
Got on a lucky 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 of gold
but the wind right through you
it's no place for the old
when you first took my hand
on a cold christmas eve
you promised me
broadway was for me
You were handsome
you were pretty
queen of new york city
when the band finished playing
they howled out for more
sinatra was swinging,
all the drunks were singing
we kissed on a corner
then danced 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 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 were out
for christmas day
I could have been someone
well so could anyone
you my from me
when I found you
I them with me babe
I put them with my own
can't it all alone
I've built my around you
The boys of the choir
still "galway bay"
and the are ringing out
for christmas day
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