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The king's been in his bedroom for weeksIn exile from the world, he never speaksThe queen is in the counting house, her fingers in the tillThere's something happening to the castle on the hillThe jester's telling jokes to everyoneSays, "Now he's gone, well, ain't it fun?"There's whispers in the courtroom, "Is he crazy, is he ill?"Nobody has an answer, but they keep on asking stillAnd a friend of mine, one of the fewHas locked himself away like Howard HughesThey're trying to replace him, but they know they never willIt ain't the same without him on the castle on the hillThere's a wind of madness in the airSince he's gone nobody seems to careThe court is disillusioned, everything is up for saleAnd the castle on the hill is like a boat without a sailAnd a friend of mine, one of the fewHas locked himself away like Howard HughesThey're trying to replace him, but they know they never willIt ain't the same without him on the castle on the hillNo, it ain't the same without him on the castle on the hill From Letras Mania