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There are few deny, at what I do I am the best
For my talents are far and wide
When it comes to in the moonlit night
I without ever even trying
the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
I have seen men give out a shriek
With the wave of my hand, and a moan
I have swept the bravest off their feet

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

Oh, somewhere deep inside of bones
An began to grow
something out there, far from my home
A longing that I've never

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

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

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

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