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There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the
For my talents are renowned far and
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit
I excel without ever trying
With the slightest little of my ghostlike charms
I seen grown men give out a shriek
With the of my hand, and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off feet

Yet after year, it's the same routine
And I so weary of the sound of screams
And I, Jack, the Pumpkin
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 known

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

And since I am dead, I can off my head
To Shakespearean quotations
No animal nor man can scream I can
With the fury of my

But who here would understand
That the Pumpkin with the skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown, if 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 after
nothing for these empty tears