Fairytale Of New York Lyrics

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Lyrics to Fairytale Of New York
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It was Christmas Eve babeIn the drunk tankAn old man said to me, won't see another oneAnd then he sang a songThe Rare Old Mountain DewAnd I turned my face awayAnd dreamed about youGot on a lucky oneCame in eighteen to oneI've got a feelingThis year's for me and youSo happy ChristmasI love you babyI can see a better timeWhen all our dreams come trueThey've got carsBig as barsThey've got rivers of goldBut the wind goes right through youIt's no place for the oldWhen you first took my handOn a cold Christmas EveYou promised meBroadway was waiting for meYou were handsomeYou were prettyQueen of New York CityWhen the band finished playingThey howled out for moreSinatra was swingingAll the drunks they were singingWe kissed on the cornerThen danced through the nightThe boys of the NYPD choirWere singing 'Galway Bay'And the bells were ringingOut for Christmas dayYou're a bumYou're a punkYou're an old slut on junkLiving there almost dead on a dripIn that bedYou scum bagYou maggotYou cheap lousy faggotHappy Christmas your arseI pray GodIt's our lastI could have been someoneSo could anyoneYou took my dreamsFrom me when I first found youI kept them with me babeI put them with my ownCan't make it all aloneI've built my dreams around you

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