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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 |
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Won't see another one |
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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 had a feeling that years |
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For me and you |
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Said, "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 got cars big as bars |
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They got rivers of gold |
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But the wind blows right through you |
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It's no place for the old |
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When I first took your hand |
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All your fingers were blue |
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Well, I promised you Broadway |
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Was waiting for you |
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I was handsome, 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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And we kissed on a corner |
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Danced through the night |
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And 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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Be a bum, it was clutter |
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And smell like the gutter |
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While sad broken promises |
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Lay with the trash |
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Every cold chilly night |
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We'd end up in a fight |
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And I'd pray as you'd yell |
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That as train rattled past |
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And 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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Christmas Day |
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I could have been someone |
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Say, so could anyone |
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That I took your dreams from you |
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When you first found me |
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But 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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Built my dreams around you |
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It's Christmas Eve again |
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In the drunk tank |
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I'm an old man now |
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I won't see another one |
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So I'll sing a song |
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And sleep when I'm through |
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Dream of another life |
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Where all our dreams come true |
