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There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the
For my talents are far and wide
When it comes to surprises in the night
I excel without ever trying
With the little effort of my ghostlike charms
I have seen grown men give out a
With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed
I have swept the very bravest off feet

Yet year after year, the same routine
And I grow so of the sound of screams
And I, Jack, the King
Have grown so tired of the old thing

Oh, somewhere deep of these bones
An emptiness to grow
There's something out there, far my home
A longing that I've never

I'm a of fright, and a demon of light
And I'll scare you out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister
And I'm known throughout England and

And since I am dead, I can take off my
To recite quotations
No animal nor man can like I can
the fury of my recitations

But who here would ever
That the Pumpkin King the skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown, if they only
He'd it all up if he only could

Oh, there's an empty in my bones
calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise year after year
nothing for these empty tears