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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 the sweet perfume of the mountain grass as I rolled down
I was younger then
me back to when
I found my heart and broke it here
Made friends and lost them the years
And I've not the roaring fields in so long, I know, I've grown
I can't to go home
I'm on my way
Driving at ninety those lanes
to Tiny Dancer
And I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real
We watched the the castle on the hill
Fifteen old hand rolled cigarettes
Running from the law 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, we got paid
We'd buy cheap 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 those country lanes
Singing to Tiny Dancer
And I the way you make me feel, it's real
We watched the 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 but lives alone
One's brother overdosed
One's already on his second wife
One's just barely getting by
But these 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 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
Over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
I was running from my brother and his friends
And the sweet perfume of the mountain grass as I rolled down
I was younger then
me back to when
I found my heart and broke it here
Made friends and lost them the years
And I've not the roaring fields in so long, I know, I've grown
I can't to go home
I'm on my way
Driving at ninety those lanes
to Tiny Dancer
And I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real
We watched the the castle on the hill
Fifteen old hand rolled cigarettes
Running from the law 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, we got paid
We'd buy cheap 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 those country lanes
Singing to Tiny Dancer
And I the way you make me feel, it's real
We watched the 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 but lives alone
One's brother overdosed
One's already on his second wife
One's just barely getting by
But these 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 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
Over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
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