Fairytale of New York - Recorded at Spotify Studios NYC

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 Mountain
 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 a 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
 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
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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 arse, I pray God it's our last
 The boys of the NYPD choir, still singing Galway Bay
 And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day
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 I could have been someone, well, 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
 The boys of the NYPD choir still singing Galway Bay
 And the bells are ringing out for Christmas day