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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 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 dreamed you
Got on a lucky one
came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
this year's for me and you
so happy christmas
I you baby
I can see a better time
when all our come true
They've got 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 christmas eve
you promised me
broadway was for me
You handsome
you pretty
of new york city
when the band finished playing
howled out for more
sinatra was swinging,
all the drunks they were singing
we on a corner
danced through the night
The boys of the nypd choir
were "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
lying there almost dead on a drip in bed
you scumbag, you maggot
you cheap lousy faggot
happy your arse
I pray god it's our last
the boys of the choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells were ringing out
for day
I could been someone
well so anyone
you took my from me
when I found you
I kept with me babe
I put with my own
can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams you
The boys of the 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 face away
and dreamed you
Got on a lucky one
came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
this year's for me and you
so happy christmas
I you baby
I can see a better time
when all our come true
They've got 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 christmas eve
you promised me
broadway was for me
You handsome
you pretty
of new york city
when the band finished playing
howled out for more
sinatra was swinging,
all the drunks they were singing
we on a corner
danced through the night
The boys of the nypd choir
were "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
lying there almost dead on a drip in bed
you scumbag, you maggot
you cheap lousy faggot
happy your arse
I pray god it's our last
the boys of the choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells were ringing out
for day
I could been someone
well so anyone
you took my from me
when I found you
I kept with me babe
I put with my own
can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams you
The boys of the choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells are ringing out
for christmas day
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