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There are few who'd deny, at I do I am the best
For my talents are far and wide
When it to surprises in the moonlit night
I excel ever even trying
With the little effort of my ghostlike charms
I seen grown men give out a shriek
the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan
I have swept the bravest off their feet

Yet year after year, it's the routine
And I grow so weary of the of screams
And I, Jack, the Pumpkin
grown so tired of the same old thing

Oh, somewhere inside of these bones
An emptiness began to
something out there, far from my home
A longing that never known

I'm a master of fright, and a of light
And scare you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Unlucky
And I'm known England and France

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

But who here ever understand
the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
Would of his crown, if they only understood
He'd give it all up if he could

Oh, there's an empty place in my
That calls out for something
The fame and praise year after year
Does nothing for empty tears