Standard Of Living
Standard Of Living - Folding On A Perfect Hand songtekst
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So these are the cards that your life's dealt you So these are the cards that you dealt with Your sleeves are rolled up to your elbows and the sweat comes down down down The smoke filled air is unwilling to share the breath that you need here And maybe you'll drink that toxic thing that's made your friends disappear And you'll stay all night trying to figure out who's bluffing right and when you do you'll be broke Your hand is bold with the cards that it holds and you think that you'll fold And you see her, across from the table, she's willing and able but you say that your not too, that your not too sure tonight And now you fear your merely posing in a game that you pretend to know And its ok, cause when you look at her she seems to be the cure of the game in which you lose you pose And you see her, across from the table she's willing and able but you say that your not too, that your not too sure tonight And its ok, cause her smiles contagious, her skin is near ageless and you seem to have her symptoms today