Folks. Folks. Sit down. It's happening. I've got an agreement, I've got it in my head It's bigger than Ukraine, it's bigger than I said It covers Paris, Warsaw, Rome and every little town Wrote it on a napkin and I signed it upside down Bigger! (Bigger!) Better! (Better!) Nobody's read it! (Nobody's read it!) Big beautiful agreement! Everybody will be thrilled! Draw the border with a marker Through the town where they got killed! It's gonna include Europe, it's gonna include the Moon It's gonna include your grandma, she'll be hearing from us soon There's a clause about the Baltic and a clause about the Black Sea And a clause in tiny letters for a hotel deal for me Bigger! (Bigger!) Better! (Better!) Nobody's read it! (Nobody's read it!) Big beautiful agreement! Everybody will be thrilled! Draw the border with a marker Through the town where they got killed! Meanwhile, two thousand kilometres from the podium, a woman in Kharkiv tapes her windows for the fifth winter. Nobody called her. There's no chair for her at the table. She'll read how thrilled she is in the morning. If the power's on. Who sits at the table? Men in ties and tans! Who's on the menu? Somebody else's land! Who gets the photo? Who gets the prize? Who gets the shovel when the cameras say goodbye? Big beautiful agreement! Everybody will be thrilled! Draw the border with a marker Through the town where they got killed! Big beautiful agreement! Everybody will be thrilled! Draw the border with a marker Through the town where they got killed! Everybody's thrilled. Everybody. Ask anyone. ...Well. Don't ask them.
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