Fairytale of New York

It was Christmas Eve, babe
 In the drunk tank
 An old man said to me
 We won't see another one
 And then he sang a song
 "The rare old Mountain Dew"
 I turned my face away
 And dreamed about you
 Got on a lucky one, came in 18 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 come true
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 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 that cold Christmas Eve
 You promised me Broadway was waiting 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, they were singing
 And we kissed on a corner
 Then danced through the night
 And the boys of the NYPD choir were singing "Galway Bay"
 And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day
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 You're a bum, you're a punk
 You're an old slut on junk
 Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
 You scumbag, you maggot
 You cheap lousy faggot
 Happy Christmas your ass, I pray God it's our last
 And the boys of the NYPD choir were singing "Galway Bay"
 And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day
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 I could have been someone
 But so could anyone
 You took my dreams from me
 When I first found you
 I kept them with me, babe
 I put them with my own
 Can't make it all alone
 I've built my dreams around you
 And the boys of the NYPD choir still singing "Galway Bay"
 And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day
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 And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day