| When I was six years old I broke my leg
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| I was running from my brother and his friends
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| And tasted the sweet perfume of the mountain grass I rolled down
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| I was younger then
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| Take me back to when
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| I found my heart and broke it here
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| Made friends and lost them through the years
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| And I've not seen the roaring fields in so long
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| I know I've grown
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| But I can't wait to go home
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| I'm on my way
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| Driving at 90 down those country lanes
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| Singing to "Tiny Dancer"
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| And I miss the way
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| You make me feel
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| And it's real
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| When we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
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| Fifteen years old and smoking hand-rolled cigarettes
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| Running from the law through the backfields and getting drunk with my friends
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| Had my first kiss on a Friday night
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| I don't reckon that I did it right
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| I was younger then,
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| Take me back to when
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| We found weekend jobs, when we got paid
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| We'd buy cheap spirits and drink them straight
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| Me and my friends have not thrown up in so long
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| Oh, how we've grown
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| But I can't wait to go home
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| I'm on my way
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| Driving at 90 down those country lanes
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| Singing to "Tiny Dancer"
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| And I miss the way
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| You make me feel
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| And it's real
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| When we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
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| Over the castle on the hill
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| Over the castle on the hill
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| One friend left to sell clothes
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| One works down by the coast
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| One had two kids but lives alone
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| One's brother overdosed
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| One's already on his second wife
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| One's just barely getting by
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| But these people raised me
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| And I can't wait to go home
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| And I'm on my way
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| I still remember these old country lanes
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| When we did not know the answers
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| And I miss the way
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| You make me feel
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| And it's real
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| When we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
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| Over the castle on the hill
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| Over the castle on the hill |