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It was Christmas Eve babe |
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In the drunk tank |
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An old man said to me, won't see another one |
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And then he sang a song |
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The rare old mountain Dew |
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I turned my face away |
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And dreamed about you |
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Got on a lucky one |
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Came in eighteen to one |
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I've got a feeling |
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This year's for me and you |
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So happy Christmas |
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I love you baby |
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I can see a better time |
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When all our dreams come true |
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They've got cars big as bars |
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They've got rivers of gold |
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But the wind goes right through you |
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It's no place for the old |
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When you first took my hand |
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On a cold Christmas Eve |
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You promised me |
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Broadway was waiting for me |
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You were handsome |
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You were pretty |
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Queen of New York City |
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When the band finished playing |
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They howled out for more |
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Sinatra was swinging, |
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All the drunks they were singing |
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We kissed on a corner |
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Then danced through the night |
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The boys of the NYPD choir |
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Were singing "Galway Bay" |
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And the bells were ringing out |
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For Christmas day |
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You're a bum |
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You're a punk |
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You're an old slut on junk |
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Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed |
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You scumbag, you maggot |
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You cheap lousy faggot |
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Happy Christmas your arse |
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I pray God it's our last |
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The boys of the NYPD choir |
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Still singing "Galway Bay" |
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And the bells were ringing out |
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For Christmas day |
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I could have been someone |
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Well so could anyone |
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You took my dreams from me |
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When I first found you |
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I kept them with me babe |
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I put them with my own |
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Can't make it all alone |
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I've built my dreams around you |
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The boys of the NYPD choir |
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Were singing "Galway Bay" |
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And the bells were ringing out |
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For Christmas day |
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The boys of the NYPD choir |
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Were singing "Galway Bay" |
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And the bells were ringing out |
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For Christmas day |
