The Making of Tim Burton's 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' Page #2

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Mornin', gents!

Jack, you home?

Jack, I've got the plans|for next Halloween.

I need to go over them with you|so we can get started.

Jack, please! I'm only|an elected official here.

I can't make decisions by myself.

Jack, answer me!

- Huh?|- He's not home.

- Where is he?|- He hasn't been home all night.

Where are we?

It's someplace new!

What is this?

Whoa-oa-oa!

Whoa!

What's this, what's this|There's color everywhere

What's this|There's white things in the air

What's this, I can't believe my eyes|I must be dreaming

Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair|What's this

What's this, what's this|There's something very wrong

What's this, there's people|singing songs, what's this

The streets are lined|with little creatures laughing|Everybody seems so happy

Have I possibly gone daffy|What is this

What's this

There's children throwing snowballs|instead of throwing heads

They're busy building toys|and absolutely no one's dead

There's frost in every window|Oh, I can't believe my eyes

And in my bones|I feel the warmth

That's coming from inside

Oh, look, what's this|They're hanging mistletoe

They kiss, why that looks|so unique, inspired

They're gathering around|to hear a story

Roasting chestnuts on a fire|What's this

What's this in here|They've got a little tree, how queer

And who would ever think|And why

They're covering it|with tiny little things

They've got electric lights on strings|and there's a smile on everyone

So now correct me if I'm wrong|This looks like fun, this looks like fun

Oh, could it be I got my wish|What's this

Oh my, what now|The children are asleep

But look|There's nothing underneath

No ghouls, no witches here|to scream and scare them or ensnare them

Only little cozy things|secure inside their dreamland

What's this

The monsters are all missing|and the nightmares can't be found

And in their place there seems|to be good feeling all around

Instead of screams, I swear|I can hear music in the air

The smell of cakes and pies|are absolutely everywhere

The sights, the sounds|they're everywhere and all around

I've never felt so good before

This empty place|inside of me is filling up|I simply cannot get enough

I want it, oh, I want it|Oh, I want it for my own

I've got to know, I've got to know|what is this place that I have found

What is this

Christmas Town?

Hmm.

Ho-ho-ho-ho!

Ho-ho-ho-ho!

Hmm.

- This has never happened before.|- It's suspicious.

- It's peculiar.|- It's scary.

Stand aside. Coming through.

We've got to find Jack!

There's only 365 days left|till next Halloween!

Three sixty-four!

Is there anywhere|we've forgotten to check?

I looked in every mausoleum.

We opened the sarcophagi!

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