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Jack S Mannequin The Dear Jack Ep

can't predict the weather past the storm (The weather past the storm) And there's mornings where I wake up quick And my head it dreams and my stomach's

glass Dear Jack, Dear Jack, Dear Jack, Dear Hope Attach it to the end of your rope A rope that wove ambition in with sorrow Distancing tomorrow, tomorrow's come and past. Dear Jack, Dear Jack