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Baseball

Cleo Reed

We win, you lose
Played along, tough game, their excuses overused
Are you sick of eating at a table that doesn't even
Want you sitting right there, there, there?
We win, you lose
Usually, we step up to the plate when this nation's in a hard place
Work until our backs break
I suggest we step away, let them meet their own fate
Options aside, I'm leaving (leaving)
Leaving (leaving)
Leaving

We will (we will)
Refuse (refuse)
We will
Empire, empire, empire, empire, empire, em–, oh
(We will, you choose)

Composição: Ella Moore