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 to 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 need 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 space
He may conceive a king in his hand
The memory of his face
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds need money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
But that's not the shape
The shape of my heart
But if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man, but too many faces
The man's got wears one
Although they speak no nothing
I'll find out to their cause
Like those who curse their luck
But too many faces
Are those who fear a lot
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds need money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
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