You accuse me of fancy talk
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When i'm just trying to find my words
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You've got a funny way of saying my name
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Like i just ripped it off
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These whiskey tango ghosts
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Won't leave us alone
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But you are too polite to complain
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Of the art of speaking plain
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I haven't gathered a thing
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While I know we're dug in deep here
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Why can't we live high with the wind
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You're just a freckle away from changing everything
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I'll make this easy
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By calling on my gypsy pedigree
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These whiskey tango ghosts
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Won't leave us alone
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Of the art of speaking plain
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I haven't gathered a thing
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While i know we're dug in deep here
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Why can't we live high with the wind
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Can't we live
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Of the art of making waves
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I had my lesson in spades
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And these ghosts they make it plain
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They're never going away
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And my ghost she makes it plain
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I haven't gathered a thing
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Though I know we're dug in deep here
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Why can't we live high with the wind
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Can't we live
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Whiskey Tango
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| Tanya Donelly |
