Cards

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A gun a chair a table some cards

when I was young I had other plans

A bullet myself a beer some cards

now I am too old to do otherwise

A sound a dead-man a glass a dead-man

A sound a dead-man some cards

you gonna use what’s in your hands

Silence dark dust some cards

we are here only by chance

Silence dark dust some cards

we are here only by chance

A rustle a light dust some cards

life starts to spin around