| Oh, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack,
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| Jackie Lace Back, oh!
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| Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack.
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| Oh, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack,
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| Jackie Lace Back, oh!
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| Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack.
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| I wanna live in the penthouse apartment
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| Of a condemned building with you.
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| Yeah, as New Detroit is fucking flooding,
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| We float around on the skyscraper island.
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| Oh, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack,
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| Jackie Lace Back, oh!
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| Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack.
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| We’ve got a view of the dirty sea rising.
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| Women float by on rafts made of vulture wings.
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| So call me the Goddamn wolf at the crystal piano.
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| Jack, Jack,
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| Jackie Lace Back, Back
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| New, New,
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| New Detroit’s desolate.
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| Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack,
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| Jackie Lace Back, Back.
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| New, New, New, New,
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| New Detroit’s desolate.
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| We’ve got our own undersea nation.
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| Yes we do!
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| We’ve got a private sun and moon.
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| Yes we do!
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| We’ve got faces like a natural disaster.
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| Yes we do!
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| Listen to my heart:
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| Boom, boom, boom, boom.
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| We’ve got a view of the end of all the Earth.
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| Children float by on Coca-Cola billboards.
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| So call me the Goddamn wolf at the crystal piano.
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| So call me the Goddamn wolf at the crystal piano. |