| 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 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 you and me
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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 goes right through you, 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!
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| You were pretty, 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 a corner
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| 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 were ringing out for Christmas day
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| You're a bum, you're a punk, you're an old slut on junk
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| Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
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| You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot
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| Happy Christmas, your arse, I pray God it's our last
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| The boys of the NYPD choir still 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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| The boys of the NYPD choir still 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 still singing, "Galway Bay"
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| And the bells are ringing out for Christmas day |