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\beginsong{Fairytale of New-York}[by=The Pogues,cov=best-of-the-pogues]
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\cover
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\gtab{Ré}{000232}
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\gtab{Sol}{320003}
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\gtab{La}{002220}
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\gtab{Sim}{2:002210}
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\beginverse
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It was Christmas \[Ré]Eve babe
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In the \[Sol]drunk tank
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An old man \[Ré]said to me,
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Won't see an\[La]other one
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And then he \[Ré]sang a song
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The Rare Old \[Sol]Mountain Dew
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And I turned my \[Ré]face away
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And \[Sol]dreamed a\[La]bout \[Ré]you
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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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 me and you
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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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\endverse
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\beginverse
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They've got \[Ré]cars
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Big as \[La]bars
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They've got \[Sim]rivers of \[Sol]gold
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But the \[Ré]wind goes right through you
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It's no place for the \[La]old
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When you \[Ré]first took my \[Sim]hand
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On a \[Ré]cold Christmas \[Sol]Eve
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You \[Ré]promised me
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Broadway was \[La]waiting for \[Ré]me
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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\[Ré]You were handsome
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You were pretty
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Queen of New York \[La]City
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When the \[Ré]band finished \[Sol]playing
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They \[La]howled out for \[Ré]more
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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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Sinatra
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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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\endverse
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\beginchorus
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The \[Sol]boys of the NY\[Sim]PD \[La]choir
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Were \[Ré]singing ``Galway \[Sim]Bay''
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And the \[Ré]bells were \[Sol]ringing
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\[La]Out for Christmas \[Ré]day
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\endchorus
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\beginverse
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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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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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You scum bag
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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 it's our last
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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I could have been someone
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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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\endverse
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\endsong
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