| You live on your hill so high and so lonely
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| You toss out your bread crumbs to those down below
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| They think you’re a king but believe me it’s only
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| Because they’re too blind to know
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| There once was a time when your money had meaning
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| You diamonds had glitter but now it’s all gone
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| It poisoned your laughter and muffled your singing
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| You can’t even see that it’s wrong
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| Your castle is dingy and dirty and dismal
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| Your carpets are faded, your walls are all grey
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| There’s dust on your silver and cracks in your crystal
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| All your young servants have drifted away
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| So go back to your sadness, go back to your sorrow
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| And I’ll make my bed on a hill 'neath the sky
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| And lay here a-listening 'till the sun comes tomorrow
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| Counting the tears that you cry
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| Your castle is dingy and dirty and dismal
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| Your carpets are faded, your walls are all grey
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| There’s dust on your silver and cracks in your crystal
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| All your young servants have drifted away |