Cold aeroplanes, slow boats, warm trains
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remind me of Jack-A-Lynn.
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Lush hotels and pretty girls
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won't cheer the misty mood I'm in.
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Silly, sad, I've never had to write this before,
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oh, Jack-A-Lynn.
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Funny how long nights allow
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thoughts of Jack-A-Lynn.
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When phantoms tread around my bed
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to offer restless dreams they bring.
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And it's just the time and place to find
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a sad song to play for Jack-A-Lynn.
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Magpies that shriek, old boots that leak
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call me to Jack-A-Lynn.
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Coal-black cats in policeman's hats
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nosing where the mice have been.
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And the long miaow's beginning now
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and I'm far, far from home and Jack-A-Lynn.
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Jack, Jack-A-Lynn
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Jack, Jack-A-Lynn
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Jack, Jack-A-Lynn
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Jack, Jack-A-Lynn
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Jack A Lynn
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| Jethro Tull |
