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Fairytale Of New York (Tribute in the Style of The Pogues)
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' 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 got cars, big as bars They got rivers of gold But the wind blows right through you It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand On the 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com We kissed on a corner Then danced through the night
Were singing 'Galway Bay' And the bells were ringing out For Christmas Day
You're a bum, you're a punk! You're an old slut on junk! Laying 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
Still singing 'Galway Bay' And the bells were ringing out For Christmas day
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 built my dreams around you
Still singing 'Galway Bay' And the bells were ringing out For Christmas Day
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