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I am a terrible poker player
           I just don't know
                          when to fold.

And that reminds me of you.
           How I let you treat me.
           How I keep myself from              
                          winning.

All the signs are there
          all the signs of a ****** hand.

But I just can't seem to let go.
           I just can't seem to see it
                             as it is.

So I hold on,
            waiting for
            the right card to show.
                              But it never will.

I'm not right for you.
But the fantasy
           of who you want me to be
                     keeps you coming back for  
                               more.

I am not that girl.
           I am something else.
                      Something worth holding on to.

You hold on
             thinking I'm your best
                        chance.


It's my time to fold.

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