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Fairytale of New York - Gregorian
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Fairytale of New York Gregorian

Fairytale of New York - Gregorian
It was Christmas eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me
Won't see another one

And then he sang a song
The 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 you and me

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 goes right through you
It's no place for the old

When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
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