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Keep talking consequence. You sound like
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my mom. Always making threats, but you
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never drop the bomb. You want to scare
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me. Try harder, I don't run. Madrid's on
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top like cream on a shake. Barca's
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behind. Got to catch a break. We score
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the goals, the crowd goes wild. Madrid's
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the best. Even as a child,
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you talk about peace, but you flex with
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your fleet. You say stop the war, but
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you tweet from your seat.
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World's watching close, and the people
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want out. You can't win respect with a
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missile or shout. Time to end the drama.
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Let the truth come out. You call for a
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truce, but you're late to the show. You
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wave your big flag, but respect's
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running low. Keep your speeches, little
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buddy, I already know. Sending tanks and
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threats, but the world's had enough. You
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flex on TV, but your people got it
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tough. Time to end the war. Stop acting
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so rough. Maybe one day we'll toast to
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the end. But for now, little Yankee,
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let's not pretend. When the dust
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settles, we'll see who defend. You talk
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about freedom, but you censor the feed.
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Pointing your fingers while you plant
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your own seed. I see through your lines.
