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Texas Holdem
Would you sweat for me baby
I didn’t think so
I’d sweat for you
My crazy dice and random cards
Know no limits
Those stacks of chips
Are just plastic piles to move around
They feel not for touching
Symmetry’s what does it for them
The even count, the odd mistake
Cleverly concealed within the blind
Of casual flips and distant throws
Truly connect and feel our power
Or forget about it and throw it in
All those numbers whirling through air
Keeping one play ahead and counting down
Common denominators hoping to be found
Holding out, hiding everything within
Until the final flop
Sorry, you’re out
I didn’t think so
I’d sweat for you
My crazy dice and random cards
Know no limits
Those stacks of chips
Are just plastic piles to move around
They feel not for touching
Symmetry’s what does it for them
The even count, the odd mistake
Cleverly concealed within the blind
Of casual flips and distant throws
Truly connect and feel our power
Or forget about it and throw it in
All those numbers whirling through air
Keeping one play ahead and counting down
Common denominators hoping to be found
Holding out, hiding everything within
Until the final flop
Sorry, you’re out
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