I lay my hand down on the table,
Looking at my cards.
I take my prize from the big bowl;
For he has won me crystal shards.
There he is, in my hand,
His sword stuck in his head.
The King of Hearts, who’s sitting there,
Really should be dead.
I hear he’s known for suicide,
But he has won this game.
I kind of want to run and hide,
The “Suicide King” is his name.
There he is, in my hand,
His sword stuck in his head.
The King of Hearts, who’s sitting there,
Really should be dead.
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