| 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, take me back to when I
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| 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, 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 like 90 down those country lanes
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| Singing to «Tiny Dancer»
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| And I miss the way you make me feel, and it’s real
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| We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
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| Once we got older, hoping the fun never ends
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| Running down the road through the back fields and hanging out with my friends
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| Had my first job on a Friday night, I don’t reckon I did it right
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| But I was younger then, 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 toys and then they’d break
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| Me and my friends have not hung out in so long, 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 like 90 down those country lanes
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| Singing to «Tiny Dancer»
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| And I miss the way you make me feel, it’s real
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| 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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| And I’m on my way, I still remember
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| These old country lanes
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| When we did not know the answers
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| And I miss the way you make me feel, it’s real
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| 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 |