歌词
Verse 1:
Underneath the neon lights, where the whiskey pours like rain,
A man in a dusty jacket throws his last chip in the game.
The table's worn, the faces stern, as cards unfold their plan,
In this smoky bar, every scar tells the tales of a desperate man.
Chorus:
He’s playing the devil’s hand, with a poker face so grand,
In the dance of chance, he's lost and found his way.
The stakes are high, beneath the shadowed sky,
In the gamble of the night, he's just a breath away.
Verse 2:
The dealer’s eyes are like cold steel, they’ve seen it all before,
Dreams laid out on the felt, and hearts that dare to soar.
With every draw, there’s a whisper low, a quiet, haunting plea,
To fold or stay, to risk today, on the hopes of what might be.
Chorus:
He’s playing the devil’s hand, with a poker face so grand,
In the dance of chance, he's lost and found his way.
The stakes are high, beneath the shadowed sky,
In the gamble of the night, he's just a breath away.
Bridge:
And oh, how the fiddle plays, a tune so sweet, it sways,
Between right and wrong, in the silence of the song.
It’s the roll of a dice, a cold-hearted slice,
Of fate that cuts the night, until the morning light.
Bridge:
And oh, how the fiddle plays, a tune so sweet, it sways,
Between right and wrong, in the silence of the song.
It’s the roll of a dice, a cold-hearted slice,
Of fate that cuts the night, until the morning light.
Verse 3:
The clock ticks on, relentless sound, time’s a fickle friend,
Every second counts in the darkness, till you reach the end.
A final bet, no regret, the cards lay down their claim,
Win or lose, you choose, in life’s relentless game.
Chorus:
He’s playing the devil’s hand, with a poker face so grand,
In the dance of chance, he's lost and found his way.
The stakes are high, beneath the shadowed sky,
In the gamble of the night, he's just a breath away.
Outro:
In the quiet of the dawn, when the cards and stars have gone,
He’ll face the day, come what may, with the echoes of the song.
For in the end, my friend, we all play the game,
Under different lights, we fight our nights, and the whispers of our name.
Chorus:
He’s playing the devil’s hand, with a poker face so grand,
In the dance of chance, he's lost and found his way.
The stakes are high, beneath the shadowed sky,
In the gamble of the night, he's just a breath away.
Outro:
In the quiet of the dawn, when the cards and stars have gone,
He’ll face the day, come what may, with the echoes of the song.
For in the end, my friend, we all play the game,
Under different lights, we fight our nights, and the whispers of our name,
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