Fairytale Of New York Teclado

	  Intro  

 


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It was Christmas Eve babe, In the drunktank  
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An old man said to me, 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 face away 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  

Short Instrumental  
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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  
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on a drip 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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Still singing `Galway Bay`  
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And the bells are ringing  
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Out for Christmas Day  


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I could have been someone Well, So could anyone  
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You took my dreams From me when I first found you  
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I kept them with me babe I put them with my own  
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Can't make it all alone I've built my dreams around you  


       F             G  
The boys of the NYPD choir  
      C               Am  
Still Singing `Galway Bay`  
        C         F  
And the bells are ringing  
G                 C  
Out for Christmas Day