Текст песни Dean Friedman - Solitaire
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By dean friedmanPotted plants hanging down from the ceiling, creeping up my windowsill.If the cats dont get em the winter wind will.But I am a fool and I water them everyday.Have some faith in whats-his-nameThe deck is stacked but just the same,Id 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 dont get us then the apathy will.But I am a fool and I worship you everyday.Have some faith in whats-his-nameThe deck is stacked but just the same,Id rather lose a hand of hearts I swear,Than to win a round of solitaire.Hiding the hurt or fighting and bickering, thinking that weve had our fill.If the lies dont do it then the honesty will.But I am a fool and I water you everyday.Have some faith in whats-his-nameThe deck is stacked but just the same,Id rather lose a hand of hearts I swear,Than to win a round of solitaire.