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Have you ever thought what cards would say If one day, they could speak? Would they tell us of the fingers that rub them While on a winning streak? Would they say they know the card dealt next before the game's begun They can predict who'll win or lose Would they let us know when to run? To find the secret of the cards you need to know when to hold them Join the club, win the heart, dig the spade recognise the diamond, the true gem If you visit a casino, the cards'll tell you this you never count your money while on the premises. Too many eyes watching, too many minds plotting Too many lips with a fake kiss. If you lose, they'll prey on that "I can see you're out of aces" They'll sympathise, they'll mesmerise Get into your good graces. Yes, you know, the cards have seen it all The sky, the sun, the stars, the moon In a pack or out at play The curse or the boon. They've been cradled, they've been held They've been rudely discarded They've seen the gamut of emotions Humans have ever recorded. So if you're going to play the game And there's a lot at stake This is my advice to you Heed the cards, for goodness' sake. They've been in winning hands and they've been crushed by losers They've felt the sweat and the tremours Of winners, quitters, beggars, choosers. So listen when they tell you Whether to stay or go Because the future These cards do know. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Below - as entered in "The Writer's Cramp" with prompt phrases highlighted.) Have you ever thought what cards would say If one day, they could speak? Would they tell us of the fingers that rub them While on a winning streak? Would they say they know the card dealt next before the game's begun They can predict who'll win or lose Would they let us know when to run? To find the secret of the cards you need to know when to hold them Join the club, win the heart, dig the spade recognise the diamond, the true gem If you visit a casino, the cards'll tell you this you never count your money while on the premises. Too many eyes watching, too many minds plotting Too many lips with a fake kiss. If you lose, they'll prey on that "I can see you're out of aces" They'll sympathise, they'll mesmerise Get into your good graces. Yes, you know, the cards have seen it all The sky, the sun, the stars, the moon In a pack or out at play The curse or the boon. They've been cradled, they've been held They've been rudely discarded They've seen the gamut of emotions Humans have ever recorded. So if you're going to play the game And there's a lot at stake This is my advice to you Heed the cards, for goodness' sake. They've been in winning hands and they've been crushed by losers They've felt the sweat and the tremours Of winners, quitters, beggars, choosers. So listen when they tell you Whether to stay or go Because the future These cards do know. |