Jack was nimble
Jack, he was quick
Jack could jump right over the candle stick
Now he's gone and I'm burning
All alone
Yeah he's gone and I'm burning still, oh no
A beautiful story left incomplete
Ooh, how he knocked me off my feet
Sitting by my window pane
Thinking am I going insane
Why do you only shoot me halfway to the moon
And I can't get over that, over that
Maybe after loving Jack
There's no going back, going back
P.s. Would Jack come back?
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