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Pogues Fairytale Of New York

for the old When I first took your hand All your fingers were blue Well, I promised you Broadway Was waiting for you I was handsome, you were pretty Queen of New York

for the old When you first took my hand On a cold Christmas Eve You promised me Broadway was waiting for me You were handsome You were pretty Queen of New York

for the old When you first took my hand On a cold Christmas Eve You promised me Broadway was waiting for me You were handsome You were pretty Queen of New York