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He the cards as a meditation
And those he suspect
He doesn't play for the he wins
He doesn't play for the respect
He deals the to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know the spades
Are the swords of a soldier
I know that the are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play 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 swords of a soldier
I that the clubs are of war
I know that diamonds mean for 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 I loved 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 know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
I know that the spades
Are the swords of a soldier
I that the are weapons of war
I know that money 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 suspect
He doesn't play for the he wins
He doesn't play for the respect
He deals the to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know the spades
Are the swords of a soldier
I know that the are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play 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 swords of a soldier
I that the clubs are of war
I know that diamonds mean for 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 I loved 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 know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
I know that the spades
Are the swords of a soldier
I that the are weapons of war
I know that money 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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