He deals the cards as a meditation And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins He don't play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance The hidden law of a probable 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 that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds He may lay the queen 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 weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape The shape of my heart
If I told her that 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
But those who speak know nothing And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier ♠️ I know that the clubs are weapons of war ♣️ I know that diamonds mean money for this art ♦️ But that's not the shape of my heart ♥️ That's not the shape of my heart
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