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

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

Oh, somewhere deep inside of bones
An began to grow
something out there, far from my home
A longing I've never 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 Unlucky
And I'm known throughout 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 Pumpkin King with the grin
Would of his crown, if they only understood
give it all up if he only 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