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Sunday afternoon, the coffee's almost gone,
Somebody's already asking who's been practicing all month long.
The cards are freshly shuffled, the table's looking clean,
Some are dressed like poker legends, some came wearing flip-flops and jeans.
One player counts the blinds, another counts his luck,
One keeps checking every card, another simply shrugs.
Nobody really knows who's leaving with the crown,
That's what keeps us coming back every time around.
Take a seat, grab a drink, don't overthink, come overthink,
Smile a little, play a little, maybe chase a crazy dream.
Welcome to the Sunday Poker Club.
Everybody's got a seat, everybody's got a story.
Sunday Poker Club.
Raise your chips, raise your glass,
If your bluff completely fails, we'll still make the moment last.
Poker, poker, Sunday, Sunday, all together.
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Someone studied strategy, watched a hundred YouTube guides,
Another learned the rules about 15 minutes before arriving.
One guy folds pocket kings, another calls with 7-2,
The whole table starts laughing.
Nobody can quite explain why crazy hands survive,
That's the reason poker keeps the evening so alive.
Sometimes patience wins, sometimes chaos does,
Sometimes the newest player becomes the boss.
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No million dollar buy-ins, no expensive suits,
No smoky casino, just friends,
Good food, good music, great conversation,
Best kind of jackpot can't be counted.
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Dealer ready? Everybody ready?
One, two, three, deal!
Deal the cards, deal the cards, deal the cards.
Sunday Poker Club.
Come on, take another chance.
Maybe luck will kiss your shoulder, maybe skill will make you dance.
Sunday Poker Club.
Play it slow, play it bold,
Sometimes folding is much smarter than pretending to be gold.
Sunday Poker Club.
No egos, no regrets,
Every hand's another story.
What we won't forget.
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