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             It was Christmas Eve babe in the drunk tank
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An old man said to me, won't see another one And then he sang a song
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The Rare Old Mountain Dew and I turned my face away
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And dreamed about    you

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        Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one
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I've got a feeling this year's for me and you
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So happy Christmas I love you baby
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I can see a better time when all our 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 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
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Broadway 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
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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 slut on junk
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Living there almost dead on a drip
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In that bed
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You scum bag

You maggot
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You cheap lousy faggot
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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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The boys of the NYPD choir
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Were still singing 'Galway Bay'
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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
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From me 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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The boys of the NYPD choir
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Were still singing 'Galway Bay'
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And the bells were ringing
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Out for Christmas day