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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 comes to in the moonlit night
I excel without ever trying
With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike
I seen grown men give out a shriek
With the wave of my hand, and a moan
I have the very bravest off their feet

Yet year after year, the same routine
And I grow so weary of the sound of
And I, Jack, the Pumpkin
Have grown so tired of the same old

Oh, somewhere inside of these bones
An began to grow
There's out there, far from my home
A longing that never known

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

And I am dead, I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean
No nor man can scream like I can
the fury of my recitations

But who would ever understand
That the King with the skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown, if they understood
give it all up if he only could

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