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‘Faggot – n. a bundle of fire sticks’ OED
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A Song for Two Voices
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M: 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
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 me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true…
Came in eighteen to one
I’ve got a feeling
This year’s for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true…
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F: 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
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
You were handsome…
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M: …You were pretty
Queen of New York City…
Queen of New York City…
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M&F: …When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day…
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day…
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F: You’re a bum
You’re a punk
You’re a punk
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M: You’re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
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F: You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it’s our last
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it’s our last
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M&F: The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day…
Still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day…
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M: I could have been someone
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F: Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you…
When I first found you…
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M: I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can’t make it all alone
I’ve built my dreams around you…
I put them with my own
Can’t make it all alone
I’ve built my dreams around you…
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M&F: The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day.
Still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day.
Songwriters: Jem Finer / Shane Patrick Lysaght Macgowan
France & Vincent 
Such a great song. Thanks for all the words.
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It is a great song, and for a long time I never knew what was being sung… 😉
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