Spain going for their second

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[Verse 1]
Red shirts on the runway
Flights booked
Next stop dream
Kids grew up on that first star
Now they’re lacing for their team
Yamal dancing down the touchline
Just a kid
But he runs this land
Pedri threading through the traffic
Like the pass is in his hand

[Chorus]
Spain going for their second
Hear the echo in the stands
From Madrid down to Sevilla
Every bar
Every open hand
Raise the flag
Feel it lifting
You can taste it in the air
Spain going for their second
Like the first one’s waiting there

[Verse 2]
Rodri calm in the chaos
Turns a storm into a song
Gavi flying into tackles
Heart first
All game long
Unai shouting from the goalmouth
Captain lines in every shout
Álvaro chasing every half chance
’Til the doubt just checks out

[Chorus]
Spain going for their second
Hear the echo in the stands
From Madrid down to Sevilla
Every bar
Every open hand
Raise the flag
Feel it lifting
You can taste it in the air
Spain going for their second
Like the first one’s waiting there

[Bridge]
Oh
Remember 2010? (hey!)
Now the kids are leading them
Same colors
Brighter pen
Writing history again
Clap once for the ones before
Clap twice for the ones who score
Three times if you still believe
This time they don’t have to leave

[Chorus]
Spain going for their second
Hear the echo in the stands
From Bilbao down to Valencia
Every shout
Every final chant
Raise the flag
Feel it lifting
You can taste it in the air
Spain going for their second
And the world knows they’re there