The King's been in his bedroom for weeks
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In exile from the world, he never speaks
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The Queen is in the counting house, her fingers in the till
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There's something happening to the Castle on the Hill
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The jester's telling jokes to everyone
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Says "Now he's gone, well ain't it fun"
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There's whispers in the courtroom, "Is he crazy, is he ill?"
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Nobody has an answer, but they keep on asking still
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And a friend of mine, one of the few
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Has locked himself away like Howard Hughes
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They're trying to replace him but they know they never will
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It ain't the same without him, on the Castle on the Hill
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There's a wind of madness in the air
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Since he's gone nobody seems to care
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The court is disillusioned, everything is up for sale
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And the Castle on the Hill is like a boat without a sail
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Castle On The Hill
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