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yesterday, every monday we got used to playing cards
yesterday, every week the same with the black and white
one's got wings and ones got a hoof
this one lies and he's got thruth i'm OK
nowhere to run still on the train up to the sun

Refrén:
would you get me little honey for my cards
'couse i bet my soul and i hold on to my holy life

everyday everywhere i go, everywhere i am...
every day sinc the day i was born, till the day i'll die
when i play it's 'couse i'm scared
and i live 'couce i'm not dead
i'm play when i don't play i so play, i play every Monday

Refrén:
would you get me little honey for my cards
'couse i bet my soul