Jul 03, 2005 14:03
Year after year, it's the same routine
And I grow so weary
of the sound of screams
And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing
Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
There's something out there,
far from home
A longing that I've never known
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