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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 |