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 There are few who'd deny, at what I do I  the best
 For  talents are renowned far and wide
 When it comes to surprises in  moonlit night
  excel without ever even trying
 With the  little effort of my ghostlike charms
 I  seen grown men give out a shriek
 With the wave of my hand,  a well-placed moan
 I have swept the very  off their feet
 
 Yet year after year, it's the same 
 And I grow  weary of the sound of screams
 And I,  the Pumpkin King
  grown so tired of the same old thing
 
 Oh, somewhere deep inside  these bones
 An  began to grow
 There's something  there, far from my home
 A longing  I've never known
 
  a master of fright, and a demon of light
 And I'll scare  right out of your pants
 To a  in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
 And I'm  throughout England and France
 
 And since I am dead, I can take off my 
 To recite  quotations
  animal nor man can scream like I can
 With the fury of my 
 
 But who here  ever understand
 That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton 
 Would tire  his crown, if they only understood
 He'd give it  up if he only could
 
 Oh, there's an empty  in my bones
 That calls  for something unknown
 The fame and praise  year after year
 Does  for these empty tears