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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
I was six years old, I broke my leg
I was running from my brother and his friends
And the sweet perfume of the grass as I rolled down
I was younger then
Take me to when
I my heart and broke it here
Made friends and lost them 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 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
Fifteen years old smoking hand rolled cigarettes
Running from the law through 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 to when
We found weekend jobs, 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 wait to go home
I'm on my way
Driving at down those lanes
Singing to Tiny Dancer
And I the way you make me feel, it's real
We watched the sunset over the on the hill
the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
One friend left to clothes
One works down by the coast
One had two kids but lives alone
One's brother overdosed
One's already on his second wife
One's getting by
But people raised 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 make me feel, it's real
We watched the sunset 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 the sweet perfume of the grass as I rolled down
I was younger then
Take me to when
I my heart and broke it here
Made friends and lost them 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 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
Fifteen years old smoking hand rolled cigarettes
Running from the law through 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 to when
We found weekend jobs, 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 wait to go home
I'm on my way
Driving at down those lanes
Singing to Tiny Dancer
And I the way you make me feel, it's real
We watched the sunset over the on the hill
the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
One friend left to clothes
One works down by the coast
One had two kids but lives alone
One's brother overdosed
One's already on his second wife
One's getting by
But people raised 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 make me feel, it's real
We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
the on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
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