[Verse 1] You laid your cards out crooked on the kitchen table A silver crown, a borrowed grin, a story barely stable Two figures turn away beneath a weather-beaten sky You keep the blades; you keep the win; you never ask them why [Chorus] Five of swords, what did you win? A quiet room and a crowded skin You hold the prize, but the hands let go Some victories leave you standing alone [Verse 2] The wind keeps worrying the flags above the empty field Your sharpest words are still in play, your guarded heart your shield You count the spoils, you name the fools, you polish every scar But every road you take from here remembers who you are [Chorus] Five of swords, what did you win? A quiet room and a crowded skin You hold the prize, but the hands let go Some victories leave you standing alone [Instrumental Break: expressive blues guitar solo trading phrases with dubby psychedelic keyboard] [Bridge] Set one blade down, then set the next Hear what remains beneath the text The strongest hand can open too The first peace starts with what you choose [Final Chorus] Five of swords, what will you mend? The narrow road can turn and bend You held the prize; now let it go Make room for someone walking home [Outro] The table clears, the wind moves through A smaller truth comes into view
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