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    It was Christmas Eve babe
    In the drunk tank
    An old man said to me, we won't see another one
    And then he sang a song
    A 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 blows right through you
    It's no place for the old
    When you first took my hand
    On that 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
    We kissed on a corner
    Then danced through the night

    The boys of the NYPD choir
    Were 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
    Laying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
    You scumbag, you maggot
    You cheap lousy faggot
    Happy Christmas your arse
    I pray God it's our last


    I could have been someone
    But 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 built my dreams around you

    The boys of the NYPD choir
    Still singing "Galway Gay"
    And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day

    And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day

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