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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 to surprises in the moonlit night
I excel without ever trying
With the slightest effort of my ghostlike charms
I have grown men give out a shriek
With the of my hand, and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their

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

Oh, somewhere deep inside of these
An emptiness began to
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 you right out of your pants
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 Shakespearean quotations
No nor man can scream like I can
With the fury of my

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

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