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He deals the cards as a meditationAnd those he plays never suspectHe doesn't play for the money he winsHe don't play for respectHe deals the cards to find the answerThe sacred geometry of chanceThe hidden law of a probable outcomeThe numbers lead a danceI know that the spades are the 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 heartHe may play the jack of diamondsHe may lay the queen of spadesHe may conceal a king in his handWhile the memory of it fadesI know that the spades are the 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 heartSongtexteAnd 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 oneWell, those who speak know nothin'And find out to their costLike those who curse their luck in too many placesAnd those who fear are lostI know that the spades are the 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 of my heartThat's not the shape, the shape of my heart Aus Songtexte Mania