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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 doesn'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 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 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

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
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 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 deals the cards as a meditation   And those he plays never suspect   He doesn't play for the money he wins   He doesn'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 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 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      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   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 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