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• Artiste: Nightmare before Christmas
• Titre: Inside These Bones
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There are few who deny it, what I do I am the best For my talents are renowned far and wide When it comes to surprises, in the moonlit night I excel without ever even trying With the slightest little effort, of my ghost-like charms I have seen grown men give out a shriek With a wave of my hand and a well-placed moan I have swept the very bravest off their feet Yet 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 my home A longing that I’ve never know I’m the master of fright and a demon of light And I’ll scare you right out of your pants To a guy from Kentucky I’m Mr. Unlucky And I’m known throughout England and France And since I am dead I can take off my head te recite Shakespearean quotations No animal nor man Can scream like I can With the fury of my recitations 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....