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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 without even trying
With the little effort of my ghostlike charms
I have seen grown men give out a
With the of my hand, and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off feet

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

Oh, deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to
There's something out there, far from my
A longing that I've never

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

And I am dead, I can take 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 with the skeleton grin
Would of his crown, if they only understood
He'd give it all up if he only

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