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He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays suspect
He doesn't for the money he wins
He doesn't play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades
Are the swords of a soldier
I that the are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for 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 know that the clubs are of war
I diamonds money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape
The of my heart
And if I you I loved you
You'd there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And who are lost
I know the spades
Are the swords of a soldier
I the are weapons of war
I that mean money for art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the of my heart
That's not the shape
The shape of my heart
And those he plays suspect
He doesn't for the money he wins
He doesn't play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades
Are the swords of a soldier
I that the are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for 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 know that the clubs are of war
I diamonds money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape
The of my heart
And if I you I loved you
You'd there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And who are lost
I know the spades
Are the swords of a soldier
I the are weapons of war
I that mean money for art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the of my heart
That's not the shape
The shape of my heart
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