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 dreams come true
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They¡¯ve got cars big as bars, they¡¯ve got rivers of gold
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But the wind blows right through, it¡¯s no place for the old
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When you first took my hand on a cold Christmas Eve
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You promised me Broadway was waiting for me
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You were handsome, you were pretty, Queen of New York City
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When the band finished playing, they howled out for more
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Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks they were singing
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We kissed on the corner then danced through the night
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The boys of the NYPD choir were singing ¡°Galway Bay¡±
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And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day
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You¡¯re a bum, you¡¯re a punk, you¡¯re an old crooked drunk
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Lying there almost dead, on a drip in that bed
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You scum bag, you maggot, you¡¯re cheap and you¡¯re haggard
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Happy Christmas, me lass, I pray God, it¡¯s our last
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The boys of the NYPD choir were singing ¡°Galway Bay¡±
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And the bells are ringing out 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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Na na na¡¦
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The boys of the NYPD choir were singing ¡°Galway Bay¡±
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And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day
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The boys of the NYPD choir were singing ¡°Galway Bay¡±
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And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day
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Fairytale Of New York
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