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He deals the cards as a meditation |
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And those he plays never suspect |
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He doesn't play for the money he wins |
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He don't play for respect |
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He deals the cards to find the answer |
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The sacred geometry of chance |
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The hidden law of a probable outcome |
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The numbers lead a dance |
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I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier |
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I know that the clubs are weapons of war |
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I know that diamonds mean money for this art |
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But that's not the shape of my heart |
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He may play the Jack of diamonds |
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He may lay the Queen of spades |
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He may conceal a King in his hand |
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While the memory of it fades |
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I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier |
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I know that the clubs are weapons of war |
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I know that diamonds mean money for this art |
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But that's not the shape of my heart |
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That's not the shape, the shape of my heart |
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And if I told you that I loved you |
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You'd maybe think there's something wrong |
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I'm not a man of too many faces |
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The mask I wear is one |
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But those who speak know nothing |
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And find out to their cost |
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Like those who curse their luck in too many places |
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And those who fear a loss |
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I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier |
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I know that the clubs are weapons of war |
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I know that diamonds mean money for this art |
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But that's not the shape of my heart |
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That's not the shape of my heart |
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That's not the shape, the shape of my heart |
