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Castle On The Hill (Twenty One Two Cover) 
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de Ed Sheeran
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When I was six years old, I broke my leg
I was running from my brother and his friends
And the sweet of the mountain grass as I down
I was younger then
Take me back to when
I found my heart and broke it here
and them through the years
And I've not seen the fields in so long, I know, I've grown
I can't wait to go home
I'm on my way
Driving at ninety down those country lanes
to Tiny Dancer
And I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real
We the over the castle on the hill
old smoking hand cigarettes
Running from the law the backfields and getting drunk with my friends
Had my first kiss on a Friday night, I don't reckon I did it right
But I was younger then
Take me back to when
We found weekend jobs, when we got paid
We'd buy cheap and drink them straight
Me and my friends have not up in so long, oh, how we've grown
I can't wait to go home
I'm on my way
at ninety down those country lanes
Singing to Tiny Dancer
And I miss the way you make me feel, it's real
We watched the over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
One friend left to sell clothes
One works by the coast
One had two kids but lives alone
One's brother overdosed
One's on his second wife
One's barely getting by
But people raised me
And I can't to go home
And I'm on my way
I remember these old country lanes
When we did not the answers
And I miss the way you make me feel, it's real
We the sunset over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
I was running from my brother and his friends
And the sweet of the mountain grass as I down
I was younger then
Take me back to when
I found my heart and broke it here
and them through the years
And I've not seen the fields in so long, I know, I've grown
I can't wait to go home
I'm on my way
Driving at ninety down those country lanes
to Tiny Dancer
And I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real
We the over the castle on the hill
old smoking hand cigarettes
Running from the law the backfields and getting drunk with my friends
Had my first kiss on a Friday night, I don't reckon I did it right
But I was younger then
Take me back to when
We found weekend jobs, when we got paid
We'd buy cheap and drink them straight
Me and my friends have not up in so long, oh, how we've grown
I can't wait to go home
I'm on my way
at ninety down those country lanes
Singing to Tiny Dancer
And I miss the way you make me feel, it's real
We watched the over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
One friend left to sell clothes
One works by the coast
One had two kids but lives alone
One's brother overdosed
One's on his second wife
One's barely getting by
But people raised me
And I can't to go home
And I'm on my way
I remember these old country lanes
When we did not the answers
And I miss the way you make me feel, it's real
We the sunset over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
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