scars we carry, carry with memories, memories burned by the dark. try to see clearly, tears we bury. bury in vain cause the pain got us falling apart. try to see clearly. now let the healing start, the fires out of guns. we keep it in our hearts, we're like a thousand suns. oh, yeah, every day, step by step, we dare to love again. and if we lose our grip, meet you at the end.
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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 don'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 the 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.