And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing
But who here would ever understand
That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown,
if they only understood
He'd give it all up if he only could
Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears
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