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He deals the cards as a meditationAnd those he plays never suspectHe doesn't play for the money he winsHe doesn't play for respect.He deals the cards to find the answerThe sacred geometry of chanceThe hidden law of a probable outcomeThe numbers lead a dance.I know that the spades are swords of a soldierI know that the clubs are weapons of warI know that diamonds mean money for this artBut that's not the shape of my heart.He may play the jack of diamondsHe may lay the queen of spadesHe may conceal a king in his handWhile the memory of it fades.I know that the spades are swords of a soldierI know that the clubs are weapons of warI know that diamonds mean money for this artBut that's not the shape of my heartThat's not the shape, the shape of my heart.And if I told you that I loved youYou'd maybe think there's something wrongI'm not a man of too many facesThe mask I wear is one.Those who speak know nothingAnd find out to their costLike those who curse their luck in too many placesAnd those who fear are lost.I know that the spades are swords of a soldierI know that the clubs are weapons of warI know that diamonds mean money for this artBut 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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