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Four of Clubs

from Fall of the Cards by Pyrophoria

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Woke up tied to the Devil's bedpost
I can't decide which of us is the host
Three sixes but a four, the same almost
If life is a game, I overdosed
All hail the Queen, they said in the toast

A bad beat for the girl with black tattoos
Heart black, blood blue like a bruise
Well I've been putting together two twos
And there was really nothing left to lose

I am followed by a demon of bad luck
I was hit by a bus that rolled off a tow truck
I was drowning when lightening struck
I walk and talk like a sitting duck
Such is life, and I guess I'm fucked

A bad beat for the girl with black tattoos
Heart black, blood blue like a bruise
Well I've been putting together two twos
And there was really nothing left to lose

In a field of clovers, counting to four
I get so mad I can't sleep anymore
There are 52 ways with a revolving door
There's a loaded revolver in the drawer

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from Fall of the Cards, released December 1, 2020

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