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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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And then we sang a song |
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The Rare Old Mountain's 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 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 blows 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 Broadway |
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Was waiting for me |
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You were 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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We kissed on the 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, you're a punk |
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You're an old slut on junk |
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Lying there, almost dead |
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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 ass |
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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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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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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 seem to make it all |
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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 |
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And the bells were ringing out, oh |