Bad Beat
Nate Cole
Blindsided by defeat
It's just a big ol' bad beat
I guess you coulda fooled me, my hand was strong
Looking back on those days
Our eyes were wider than the sea, our hearts ablaze
Showing off every bruise
You know it felt good getting dirty paying our dues
Didn't wanna win without a winning hand
We never wished for dumb luck
You couldn't buy us out, no price was big enough
We never traded all of our love, our precious love, for lust