Once life dealt a hand to hold
But circumstances led to fold
Now memories are growing old
Memories are growing old
My two cents led to none
So I gambled on another one
And though it seems that I have won
The jokers will have all the fun
I now hold the King of Spades
Or he holds me? It’s hard to say
Cashing in he’s getting paid
It’s hard to read his poker face
But just as I should go all in
The dealer hands out one more sin
He’s bluffing and I’m down again
For aces you lose everything.
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