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Castle On The Hill (Twenty One Two Cover) 
Medium
by Ed Sheeran
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I was six years old, I broke my leg
I was my brother and his friends
And the sweet perfume of the mountain grass as I rolled down
I was younger then
Take me back to when
I found my heart and broke it here
Made friends and lost them through the years
And I've not seen the roaring fields in so long, I know, I've grown
I can't wait to go home
I'm on my way
Driving at those country lanes
Singing to Tiny Dancer
And I the way you make me feel, and it's real
We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
old smoking hand rolled cigarettes
Running from the law through the backfields and getting drunk 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 straight
Me and my not thrown up in so long, oh, how we've grown
I can't 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 sunset over the on the hill
Over the on the hill
Over the 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 second wife
One's just barely by
But these raised me
And I can't wait to go home
And I'm on my way
I still these old country lanes
When we did not the answers
And I miss the way you make me feel, it's real
We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
I was my brother and his friends
And the sweet perfume of the mountain grass as I rolled down
I was younger then
Take me back to when
I found my heart and broke it here
Made friends and lost them through the years
And I've not seen the roaring fields in so long, I know, I've grown
I can't wait to go home
I'm on my way
Driving at those country lanes
Singing to Tiny Dancer
And I the way you make me feel, and it's real
We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
old smoking hand rolled cigarettes
Running from the law through the backfields and getting drunk 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 straight
Me and my not thrown up in so long, oh, how we've grown
I can't 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 sunset over the on the hill
Over the on the hill
Over the 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 second wife
One's just barely by
But these raised me
And I can't wait to go home
And I'm on my way
I still these old country lanes
When we did not the answers
And I miss the way you make me feel, it's real
We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
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