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He the cards as a meditation
And he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't for the respect
He the cards 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 of a soldier
I that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades
Are the swords of a soldier
I that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds 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 loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The I wear is one
Those who know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like who curse luck in too many places
And who fear are lost
I the spades
Are the swords of a soldier
I that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that mean 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 he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't for the respect
He the cards 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 of a soldier
I that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades
Are the swords of a soldier
I that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds 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 loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The I wear is one
Those who know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like who curse luck in too many places
And who fear are lost
I the spades
Are the swords of a soldier
I that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that mean 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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