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Castle On The Hill (Twenty One Two Cover) 
Medium
by Ed Sheeran
Fill In the blanks, then press Score to check your answers
When I was six years old, I my leg
I was running from my brother and his friends
And tasted the perfume of the mountain grass as I rolled down
I was younger then
me back to when
I found my and broke it here
friends and lost them through the years
And I've not seen the fields in so long, I know, I've grown
I can't to go home
I'm on my way
Driving at ninety down those lanes
to Tiny Dancer
And I miss the way you me feel, and it's real
We watched the sunset the castle on the hill
Fifteen old smoking hand rolled cigarettes
Running from the law through the backfields and getting 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 spirits and drink them straight
Me and my friends have not thrown up in so long, oh, how we've grown
I can't to go home
I'm on my way
Driving at down those country lanes
Singing to Tiny Dancer
And I miss the way you make me feel, it's real
We watched the sunset 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 down by the coast
One had two kids but alone
One's brother overdosed
One's already on his wife
One's barely getting by
But these people me
And I can't wait to go home
And I'm on my way
I still remember these old country lanes
When we did not the answers
And I the way you me feel, it's real
We watched the over the castle on the hill
the on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
I was running from my brother and his friends
And tasted the perfume of the mountain grass as I rolled down
I was younger then
me back to when
I found my and broke it here
friends and lost them through the years
And I've not seen the fields in so long, I know, I've grown
I can't to go home
I'm on my way
Driving at ninety down those lanes
to Tiny Dancer
And I miss the way you me feel, and it's real
We watched the sunset the castle on the hill
Fifteen old smoking hand rolled cigarettes
Running from the law through the backfields and getting 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 spirits and drink them straight
Me and my friends have not thrown up in so long, oh, how we've grown
I can't to go home
I'm on my way
Driving at down those country lanes
Singing to Tiny Dancer
And I miss the way you make me feel, it's real
We watched the sunset 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 down by the coast
One had two kids but alone
One's brother overdosed
One's already on his wife
One's barely getting by
But these people me
And I can't wait to go home
And I'm on my way
I still remember these old country lanes
When we did not the answers
And I the way you me feel, it's real
We watched the over the castle on the hill
the on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
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