spades
spades and
spades and diamonds
hearts
hearts and
hearts and clubs
I play the cards over the love,
I play the cards over the love, her heart flies away like a dove
because this is a game
because this is a game a game I play.
a game she believes in everyday,
something I lie
something I lie about, and you will want to die when you find out.
broken hearts
in the dark
love is cold
it seems so old
and aged
because I was
playing spades.
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