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BmThere are few who would denyBm7 at what I dAo I am the best
For my Gtalents are Frenowned Gfar Aand Bmwide.
When it Bmcomes to surprises in the moonlit Anight
I Gaccel without Fever Geven Bmtrying.
With the Bmslightest little effort of my Bm7ghostlike Acharm
I've Gseen grown Fmen give Gout Ama sBmhriek
With a Bmwave of my hand and a Bm7well placed Amoan
I have Gswept the Fvery bravest Goff Amtheir Bmfeet.
Yet Gyear after Fyear, it's the Gsame old Fcheer
And I Ggrow so Fweary of the Emsound of A7screams
And BmI, Jack, the APump-Gkin FKing
Have Ggrown so Ftired of the Gsame oldF thing
Oh, Bmsomewhere deep Bm7inside of these Abones
An GemptFiness Embegan to Fgrow
There's Bmsomething out there, Bm7far from my Ahome
A Glonging Fthat I've Fnever known
I'm a Bmmaster of fright, and a Bm7demon of Alight
And I'll Gscare you right Fout Gof Amyour Bmpants
To a Bmguy in Kentucky, I'm Bm7Mister AUnlucky
And I'm Gknown throughout FEngland Gand BmFrance
And Bmsince I am dead, I can Bm7take off my Ahead
To Grecite FShakesGpeareAman quBmotations
No Bmanimal nor man can Bm7scream like I Acan
With the Gfury of my FrecGitaBmtions
GBut who Fhere would Gever underFstand
That the GPumpkin FKing with the Emskeleton A7grin
Would Bmtire of his Acrown, if they Aonly GunderFstood
He'd Ggive it all Fup if he Gonly Fcould
Oh, Bmthere's an empty Bm7place in my Abones
That Gcalls out Ffor someEmthing Aunknown
The Bmfame and praise come Bm7year after Ayear
Does Gnothing Ffor these F#7empty tears
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