Tournament King
I stand tall in the center ring
Everyone pays attention
For I'm about to start the game
The world is going to turn
One wears blue
He who wears red
But I don't have much clue
The audience is on flare
Keep the match going
Make all things right
But who are you to judge me
I see my own rules right
Don't you dare to speak my language
I might not understand
You are barking in a wrong tree
Your words are not bland
Still in the end
I'm the tournament king
If you don't know how I set my game
I think this game is not your thing.
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