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Ice, Fire, and the Deal-Maker’s Choir

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Ice, Fire, and the Deal-Maker’s Choir

Verse 1 — Greenland at Davos

On a snowy stage in Davos haze, the mic ran hot and cold, He said no guns for icy lands, but talks should still unfold. A handshake sketch with NATO’s chief, an Arctic map in play, Tariff thunder packed back in the case, for Europe not today. From Canada came a warning cry, a rupture in the air, No gentle shift, just breaking lines, a world laid tense and bare.

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We’re riding a live wire, between ice and fire, Deals and sirens, storms that never tire. Hold the line, keep the heart in time, Sing it loud till the world realigns.

Verse 2 — Red Lines and Blackouts

Across the desert’s restless night, a vow to answer flame, Regime-change calls on open mics, a dangerous, loaded game. Protests born of empty plates, the streets a muted roar, With screens gone dark for endless days, control behind closed doors. A diplomat’s steel-threaded words, “We’ll answer every strike,” The fuse runs low in shadowed halls, the whole world holds the mic.

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We’re riding a live wire, between ice and fire, Deals and sirens, storms that never tire. Hold the line, keep the heart in time, Sing it loud till the world realigns.

Verse 3 — Whiplash on Wall Street

Yesterday the floorboards shook, the bulls were thrown aside, Today the band came roaring back, a surge against the tide. Energy lit the skyline bright, small caps stole the show, From panic’s cliff to steady ground, relief began to grow. The silent headline humming low: fear bends but doesn’t own, When whispers chill the market’s bones, a single spark can tone.

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Verse 4 — Chile Burning

In Biobío’s blistered wind and Ñuble’s crackling sky, The hills wear crowns of embered ash, and towns can only cry. Lirquén’s scars and Penco’s pain, the coast a smoking seam, An army dressed in yellow coats fights heat’s relentless beam. A leader calls catastrophe, the air too hot to breathe, While sudden gusts turn day to night and pull the forest’s teeth.

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We’re riding a live wire, between ice and fire, Deals and sirens, storms that never tire. Hold the line, keep the heart in time, Sing it loud till the world realigns.

Verse 5 — Winter’s Long Blade

From desert dust to ocean edge, a white wall starts to rise, The Carolinas brace and pray beneath low iron skies. Roads will glaze like broken glass, the branches bow and groan, The lines will hum, then fade to black, the cold will carve the bone. We’ve seen a freeze like this before, a lesson written plain: Prepare the hearth, prepare the hands, and outlast winter’s reign.

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Verse 6 — The Board of Peace

Back at the mountain’s gilded hall, pens dance upon the page, A board is born with golden dues, and questions fill the stage. Some flags salute, some turn away, some sign with eyes askew, A chair for keeps, a costly seat, a promise dressed in blue. Built to heal a shattered strip, yet Gaza’s name runs thin, Critics shout “pay-to-play,” the old house feels the spin.

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Bridge — The Wire Sings

Ice and embers, market tremors, sirens in the rain, Arctic whispers, desert answers, thunder on the plain. We count no seconds, hold our breath, the chorus in our chest, If peace is more than signatures, it’s boots and hearts and rest.

Final Chorus — Turn It Up

We’re riding a live wire, between ice and fire, Deals and sirens, storms that never tire. Raise your fists higher, feed the street’s choir, Sing it loud till the world realigns— And let the amps catch fire!

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