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Dean Friedman » Solitaire |
By dean friedman
Potted plants hanging down from the ceiling, creeping up my windowsill.
If the cats don't get 'em the winter wind will.
But i am a fool and i water them everyday.
Have some faith in what's-his-name
The deck is stacked but just the same,
I'd rather lose a hand of hearts i swear,
Than to win a round of solitaire.
Both of us drink from a fountain of feeling, waiting for the blood to spill.
If the doubts don't get us then the apathy will.
But i am a fool and i worship you everyday.
Have some faith in what's-his-name
The deck is stacked but just the same,
I'd rather lose a hand of hearts i swear,
Than to win a round of solitaire.
Hiding the hurt or fighting and bickering, thinking that we've had our fill.
If the lies don't do it then the honesty will.
But i am a fool and i water you everyday.
Have some faith in what's-his-name
The deck is stacked but just the same,
I'd rather lose a hand of hearts i swear,
Than to win a round of solitaire.
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