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    It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank,
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    an old man said, "Son, I won't see another one."
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    And then he sang a song, 'The Rare Old Mountain Dew’,
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    I turned my eyes away, and I thought about you.

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    I got on a lucky one, came in at 18 to 1,
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    I've got a feeling this year's for me and you.
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    So Happy Christmas, always love you baby,
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    there's going to be good times 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 blows right through you, it's no place for the old.
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    When I first took your hand on a cold Christmas Eve,
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    hope, I told you that Broadway was waiting for me.

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    You were handsome and pretty, queen of New York city,
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    when the band finished playing, the crowd howled for more.
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    Sinatra was swinging, and the crowd they were singing,
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    so we kissed on the corner and danced round the floor.
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    And the boys from the New York police choir were singin' Galway Bay,
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    and the bells were ringin' out on Christmas Day.

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                   C                        F
    I could have been someone and so could anyone,
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    I took my dreams from you when I first met you.
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    I kept them with me, babe, and I put them with my own,
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    I can't make it all alone, I've built my dreams around you.

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    You're a bum, you're a punk you're an aul hoor on junk,
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    lyin' there on the drip nearly dead in the bed.
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    You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot,
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    Happy Christmas me arse, I would rather be dead.
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    And the boys from the New York police choir were singin' Galway Bay,
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    and the bells were ringin' out on Christmas Day.

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    I love you baby,
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    I've got a feeling this year's to me and you.
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    So Happy Christmas, always love you baby,
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    there's going to be good times when all our dreams come true.
                C
    So, Happy Christmas, I love you, baby.