Fairytale Of New York

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 Dew
 And I turned my face away and dreamed about 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 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
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 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 the 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 scum bag, You maggot, You cheap lousy faggot
 Happy Christmas your arse, I pray God It's our last
 The boys of the NYPD choir were singing 'Galway Bay'
 And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day
 I could have been someone
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 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 were singing 'Galway Bay'
 And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day