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In their card game you're a chipYou're a whore in which they'll slipIn their chess game you're a pawnFalsely honoured truly scornedIn their dice game you they'll rollLie to Heaven goes your soulPlaying poker fuelled by lustThey'll drink champagne you'll be dustIn their card game what they winEach wager is a sinIn their chess game you'll be rapedFor formation a strong shapeIn their dice game your snakes eyesCannot see their greed and liesPlaying poker their desireThey don't care if you expire From Letras Mania