It's Xmas time again
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Has it really been a year
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And a soldier sighs again
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And thinks about his kids and English beer
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Pulls on his boots again
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And steps into the pissing rain
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And the clouds look just like dirty sheep
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But at least he's got a job
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And he knows he can't complain
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And you may think that this song comes too late
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But lest we forget
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This tango Atlantico isn't over yet
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Can you imagine this
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The general and the lady dance
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She flashes victory signs and smokes cigars
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He shines his medals up for one last chance
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They make a pretty pair
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But no one understands their game
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Because they can't agree about the stakes
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They can't agree on anything
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They can't even agree on the name
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And you may think that this song comes too late
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But lest we forget
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This tango Atlantico isn't over yet
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Sorry Tommy . . . Lost a foot? . . . Bloody land mines . . . No more soccer for you . . .
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And you may think that this song comes too late
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But lest we forget
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This tango Atlantico isn't over yet
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Tango Atlantico
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| Joe Jackson |
