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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 old, I broke my leg
I was running from my brother and his friends
And tasted the sweet perfume of the mountain grass as I down
I was then
Take me back to when
I my and broke it here
friends and lost 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 down those country lanes
to Tiny Dancer
And I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real
We watched the sunset 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 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
Driving 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 the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
Over the on the hill
One friend left to sell clothes
One works by the coast
One had two but lives alone
One's overdosed
One's on his wife
One's just getting by
But these people raised me
And I can't to go home
And I'm on my way
I still these old lanes
When we did not know the answers
And I miss the way you make me feel, it's real
We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
I was running from my brother and his friends
And tasted the sweet perfume of the mountain grass as I down
I was then
Take me back to when
I my and broke it here
friends and lost 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 down those country lanes
to Tiny Dancer
And I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real
We watched the sunset 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 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
Driving 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 the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
Over the on the hill
One friend left to sell clothes
One works by the coast
One had two but lives alone
One's overdosed
One's on his wife
One's just getting by
But these people raised me
And I can't to go home
And I'm on my way
I still these old lanes
When we did not know the answers
And I miss the way you make me feel, it's real
We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
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