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The Pogues( Pogues )
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Fairytale Of New York
Lyricist：Jeremy Finer, Shane Macgowan
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'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 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
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We kissed on the corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Are singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells are ringing
Out for Christmas day
You're a bum, you're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Living there almost dead
On a drip in that bed
You scum bag, you maggot
You cheap lousy fagot
Happy Christmas, your arse
I pray God, it's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Are singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells are 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've built my dreams around you
The boys of the NYPD choir
Are singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells are ringing
Out for Christmas day
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