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

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

Oh, somewhere deep of these bones
An began to grow
something out there, far from my home
A longing that I've known

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 take off my
To recite Shakespearean
No nor man can scream like I can
With the fury of my

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

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