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