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

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

Oh, somewhere deep of these bones
An emptiness began to
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 right out of your
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister
And I'm known England and France

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

But who here ever understand
That the King with the skeleton grin
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
That calls out for unknown
The fame and praise year after year
Does nothing for these empty