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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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
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Dreams come true
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They've got cars
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Big as bars
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They've got rivers of gold
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But the wind goes
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Right through you
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It's no place for the old
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When you first
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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
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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
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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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[CHORUS:]
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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
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Out 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
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Sl*t on junk
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Lying there almost
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Dead on a drip
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In that bed
|
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You scum bag
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You maggot
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You're cheap and you're haggard
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Happy Christmas your arse
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I pray God
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It's our last
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[Repeat chorus]
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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
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From me when
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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
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Around you
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[Repeat chorus]
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Na na na na na na
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Na na na na na na
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Na na na na na na
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Na na na na na na
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Na na na na na na
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Na na na na na na
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Na na na na na na
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Na na na
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Fairy Tale In New York
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| Ronan Keating |
