Jacaranda bloomed
At a social gathering where we drank together
Where shall we go?
Happily sing sad songs
Jack smirked
"put aside the herietical feelings."
Give me chocolate,
Being of humble birth, I sang a song
A scarecrow dropped in here,
Choking, he swung
even though he's never tasted it,
He hates pumpkin pie
Hey, lalulalula
Shall we dance?
while the moon is still slumbering
("did you call me? Did you? Said a turnip head.")
See? the coffin no longer exist
And how boring is that!
We sence fabricated
Magic at the transmitoin tower, and
A witch beneath the overpass
who appears to be dazzed
Jack said sumgly,
"Continue with these vulgar feelings"
the devil's trumpets bloomed
As if it were enraged
("accept it, accept it")
The goat is thinking of something we don't know
("accept it, accept it")
While waiting for the train
Let's hold hands
For two are allowed
The ride takes us throught the subway tunnels
("Recessiveness, dominance, a pile of corpses?!")
To a market of with crowds of ants
The moon is still in deep slumber
(Music :3)
"Ah! Mrs. Pumpkin! I've come to pick you up!"
When did this night
Destroy the dream?
Ah~!
Still I want to
Keep dancing here!
Let me have this dreamy distraction
("Recessiveness, recessiveness, full of idiots!")
With pleasure sweping out
The lantern's flame blazes up
Lalulalula,
Hey, lalulalula
Shall we dance?
No chance of getting a response
("What a shame! What a pity! Said the turnip head.")
See? The coffin no longer exists
And how boring is that!
I felts dishearted in this muck
I waited for morning in this shrubs
In the train
Ah, Mrs. Pumpkin(x2)
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