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FAIRYTALE OF NEW YORK |
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| It was Christmas eve babe in the drunk tank an old man said to me won't see anothere one and than 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 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 swining all the drunks they were singing we kissed on a corner the danced through the night The boys of the NYPD choir were singing Galway bay and the bells were ringing For Christmas day You're a bum you're a punk you're an old slut and 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 chorus I could have been someone well so could anyone you took my dreams from me when I first found you I kept with me babe I put them with my own Can't make it all alone I've built my dreams around you Chorus nananananananana nanananananana nananananana |
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