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
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 mask I wear is one
Well, those who speak know nothin' 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 That's not the shape, the shape of my heart
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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
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 mask I wear is one
Well, those who speak know nothin' 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 That's not the shape, the shape of my heart
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