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"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."

1:24 a.m. 2003-09-18�

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