Just Jack - Lost Lyrics

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Picture this 2:30 on the hottest night in june

He awakes for no reason and checks his watch by the moon

And his mouth feels as dry as his eyes as he struggles to rise

And stops to contemplate his wifes thighs as he does up his flies

He finds his slippers where he left them under the chair

Behind the two cups and an old copy of marie claire

And he switches on the coffee machine

That of course works like a dream

Catches sight of his reflection in the silver surface sheen

And it's a face he knows well although it should look less abused

With all these moisturizers and the skin products he?s used

As he moves through the kitchen his homage to brushed steel

Across the new pine floorin' that?s plastic but looks real

Past the plasma with the wide screen

And the cinema surround sound

And he stops on his favorite spot by the window and looks down

On the orange lit street at the edge of the private car park

Where his audi tt is waitin' safely in the dark

Keepin' it all inside of you

Somethin' will have to give

And if you could you?ll take it back

But you lose your way in the way you live

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Now he can hear wind chimes tinklin' out on the balcony

And his phone beepin' out a text message in the same key

He checks it and it?s jill who used to be his secretary

Before they started an affair and things began to get really scary

Now his wife mary is gettin' weary of his lies

Like she?s read the whole sordid story in his eyes

It doesn?t help that jill?s now sayin' that she?s two weeks late

His mental state is really startin' to deteriorate

He never knew how he got so out of his depth

Or why he?s broken more than all these promises kept

And it?s been ages since he slept properly

His sleeps now broken by these dreams of extra-marital activity

Tryin' to recapture the rapture he used to get

From his material possessions and endless retail therapy sessions

Shoulda listened to what his dad said before he died

?the best things in life are the ones you can?t buy son?

Keepin' it all inside of you

Somethin' will have to give

Wish you could buy a ticket back

But you lose your way in the way you live

He used to feel so safe up here in his shrine to ikea

Away from the shouts and the louts and the girls

With the over painted pouts

And the queers and the dykes and the kids in their box fresh nikes

Deliverin' rocks to the house across the street

On rusty mountain bikes

He used to feel so safe up here in his shrine to ikea

Away from the shouts and the louts and the girls

With the over painted pouts

And the queers and the dykes and the kids in their box fresh nikes

Deliverin' rocks to the house across the street

On rusty mountain bikes

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