| What good is a castle
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| Way high upon a hill
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| If you’re chained down and you’re crippled
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| And you’re six stories high
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| What good is a playground
|
| Full of lovers beneath your window pane
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| If every time you watch them
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| It starts to rain
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
|
| What good is the sound
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| Of a child of the world without a girl
|
| What good is a heart
|
| After it’s torn apart
|
| What good is a judge
|
| Or a jury without a trial
|
| What good is a daddy
|
| Or a mommy without a child
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
|
| Something inside of me
|
| Keeps repeating
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| You better hang on, boy
|
| Whoa, whoa, whoa
|
| Something inside of me
|
| Begs me to hang on, whoa, whoa
|
| How can I continue
|
| Or move a step at all
|
| My days are all numbered
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| So I’ll take my fall
|
| What good is a castle
|
| Way high upon a hill
|
| If you’re chained down and you’re crippled
|
| And you’re six stories high
|
| What good is a playground
|
| Full of lovers beneath your window pane
|
| If every time you watch them
|
| It starts to rain
|
| Hey, hey, hey, hey
|
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
|
| Hey, hey, hey, hey
|
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
|
| Hey, hey, hey, hey
|
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
|
| What good is a castle
|
| Way high on a hill
|
| If you’re chained down and you’re crippled
|
| And you’re six stories high
|
| What good is a playground
|
| Full of lovers beneath your window pane
|
| If every time you watch them
|
| It starts to feeling that it’ll pour down rain
|
| Hey, hey, hey
|
| Whoa, whoa, whoa
|
| What good is the sound
|
| Of a child of the world without a girl
|
| What good is a heart
|
| After it’s torn apart
|
| What good is a judge
|
| Or a jury without a trial
|
| What good is a daddy
|
| Or a mommy without a child
|
| Hey, hey, hey
|
| Whoa, whoa, whoa
|
| Something inside of me
|
| Keeps repeating
|
| You better hang on, boy
|
| Whoa
|
| Something inside of me
|
| Begs me to hang on, whoa
|
| How can I continue
|
| Or move a step at all
|
| My days are all numbered
|
| So I’ll take my fall
|
| What good is a castle
|
| Way high on a hill
|
| If you’re chained down and you’re crippled
|
| And you’re six stories high
|
| What good is a playground
|
| Full of lovers beneath your window pane
|
| If every time you watch them
|
| It starts to feeling that it’ll pour down rain
|
| Hey, hey, hey
|
| Whoa, whoa, whoa
|
| Hey, hey, hey
|
| Whoa, whoa, whoa
|
| Hey, hey, hey
|
| Whoa, whoa, whoa |