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Jack would sit beneath an oak tree
smiling at me
railing at me
I could see he honestly wants to be
just like you and me
fuck like you and me
But Jack has no place beaneath the oak tree
It's plain to see
He isn't free
To love or hate or die like you and me
just like you and me
dead like you and me
And as I sit beneath Jacks oak tree
I wish that I could be
For a time at least
Numb like Jack