pumpkins and turnips
where the blaze
did the light go?
without Jack
it's pitch black
and no soul
to be seen
ah, here you are
I found you at last
now I can be on my way
and roam the land forever more
pumpkins and turnips
where the blaze
did the light go?
without Jack
it's pitch black
and no soul
to be seen
ah, here you are
I found you at last
now I can be on my way
and roam the land forever more
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