| I’m in the big blind
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| With an average stack and an aggressive image
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| The four seat limps right after me never a good sign
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| He’s been beating up the table showing down strong cards all night
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| The maniac in the nine throws in another raise he loves to raise
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| Confusing foolishness for courage and swinging on the vine
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| I peek at my cards
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| And decide I’m gonna defend the four seat does the same
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| And we all buckle in for our favorite ride
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| I’m first to act and bet the pot hoping to win it right then and there
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| But the four seat calls and the maniac folds
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| And I’m out of position with a lowly pair of two’s
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| The dealer burns and turns
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| It is in this half second where life becomes perfect
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| The mind a weapon
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| Tomorrow’s worries and yesterdays mistakes they crumble and fall away
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| For now I’m on the wire
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| I check, the four bets
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| The trap snaps shut as I push my whole stack into the middle
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| He shakes his head to let me know
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| He doesn’t have those dreaded pocket eights
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| And sighs, «I have to call»
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| The river comes that sexy, sexy Ace of spades
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| And all is well in the world
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| Now you wanna take a good man down?
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| Send him back to his wallet to steam off another five hundred
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| Well you just wink and show him threes up |