With a deck of cards in one hand,
And a pile of luck on the other.
I play my pants off, my head away.
A game of holy gamble.
I've been playing for a long time,
A long game of this gamble.
The card's getting old yet looks new,
And my skills are getting better.
Many have come and many have gone.
But not many left with more than they had.
Many tried and many gave up.
But non played forever
I know, I must too, one day,
Leave my chair like all others.
So someone else can try their luck,
In this holy game a gamble.
Where millions souls will come,
and millions of souls must leave.
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