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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

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, hey
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Something inside of me
Keeps repeating
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
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

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