The Kings been in his bedroom for weeks In exile from the world, he never speaks The Queen is in the counting house, her fingers in the till Theres something happening to the Castle on the Hill The jesters telling jokes to everyone Says Now hes gone, well aint it fun Theres whispers in the courtroom, Is he crazy, is he ill? Nobody has an answer, but they keep on asking still And a friend of mine, one of the few Has locked himself away like Howard Hughes Theyre trying to replace him but they know they never will It aint the same without him, on the Castle on the Hill Theres a wind of madness in the air Since hes gone nobody seems to care The court is disillusioned, everything is up for sale And the Castle on the Hill is like a boat without a sail
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