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The car moved fast down the roads, the engine singing a loud song that blended with my own voice as I sang "Tiny Dancer." I was on my way, going quickly—maybe 90 down those country lanes—the same ones I'd known since I was a child. The closer I got, the more I felt that familiar, strong emotion. I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real.

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I looked out the window. It has been so long since I've seen those roaring fields. I know I've grown up—we all have. My friends’ lives are so different now. They are the people who raised me, but we are not all together anymore. We've changed, but thinking of them makes me realize how important that time was.

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I remember being 15 years old. We spent every evening watching the beautiful sunset over the castle on the hill. We would do silly, exciting things, like running from the law when we were causing trouble in the backfields. That time felt so free. I even remember my first kiss on a Friday night. I’m sure I didn't do it right, but it was a happy memory. We all worked weekend jobs and used the money to hang out, always wanting that feeling of freedom.

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My mind went straight back to my childhood. The first big memory is from when I was six years old. I was running from my older brother and I fell, breaking my leg. I can still remember the sweet, fresh perfume of the mountain grass as I lay there. I was much younger then, and everything felt simple. Later, as a teenager, those fields became everything. It was there that I found my heart and broke it for the first time. I made friends and lost them through the years, the way life changes.

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I remember being 15 years old. We spent every evening watching the beautiful sunset over the castle on the hill. We would do silly, exciting things, like running from the law when we were causing trouble in the backfields. That time felt so free. I even remember my first kiss on a Friday night. I’m sure I didn't do it right, but it was a happy memory. We all worked weekend jobs and used the money to hang out, always wanting that feeling of freedom.

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I remember being 15 years old. We spent every evening watching the beautiful sunset over the castle on the hill. We would do silly, exciting things, like running from the law when we were causing trouble in the backfields. That time felt so free. I even remember my first kiss on a Friday night. I’m sure I didn't do it right, but it was a happy memory. We all worked weekend jobs and used the money to hang out, always wanting that feeling of freedom.

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My mind went straight back to my childhood. The first big memory is from when I was six years old. I was running from my older brother and I fell, breaking my leg. I can still remember the sweet, fresh perfume of the mountain grass as I lay there. I was much younger then, and everything felt simple. Later, as a teenager, those fields became everything. It was there that I found my heart and broke it for the first time. I made friends and lost them through the years, the way life changes.

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My mind went straight back to my childhood. The first big memory is from when I was six years old. I was running from my older brother and I fell, breaking my leg. I can still remember the sweet, fresh perfume of the mountain grass as I lay there. I was much younger then, and everything felt simple. Later, as a teenager, those fields became everything. It was there that I found my heart and broke it for the first time. I made friends and lost them through the years, the way life changes.

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I remember being 15 years old. We spent every evening watching the beautiful sunset over the castle on the hill. We would do silly, exciting things, like running from the law when we were causing trouble in the backfields. That time felt so free. I even remember my first kiss on a Friday night. I’m sure I didn't do it right, but it was a happy memory. We all worked weekend jobs and used the money to hang out, always wanting that feeling of freedom.

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The car moved fast down the roads, the engine singing a loud song that blended with my own voice as I sang "Tiny Dancer." I was on my way, going quickly—maybe 90 down those country lanes—the same ones I'd known since I was a child. The closer I got, the more I felt that familiar, strong emotion. I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real.

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My mind went straight back to my childhood. The first big memory is from when I was six years old. I was running from my older brother and I fell, breaking my leg. I can still remember the sweet, fresh perfume of the mountain grass as I lay there. I was much younger then, and everything felt simple. Later, as a teenager, those fields became everything. It was there that I found my heart and broke it for the first time. I made friends and lost them through the years, the way life changes.

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I looked out the window. It has been so long since I've seen those roaring fields. I know I've grown up—we all have. My friends’ lives are so different now. They are the people who raised me, but we are not all together anymore. We've changed, but thinking of them makes me realize how important that time was.

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My mind went straight back to my childhood. The first big memory is from when I was six years old. I was running from my older brother and I fell, breaking my leg. I can still remember the sweet, fresh perfume of the mountain grass as I lay there. I was much younger then, and everything felt simple. Later, as a teenager, those fields became everything. It was there that I found my heart and broke it for the first time. I made friends and lost them through the years, the way life changes.

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The car moved fast down the roads, the engine singing a loud song that blended with my own voice as I sang "Tiny Dancer." I was on my way, going quickly—maybe 90 down those country lanes—the same ones I'd known since I was a child. The closer I got, the more I felt that familiar, strong emotion. I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real.

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The car moved fast down the roads, the engine singing a loud song that blended with my own voice as I sang "Tiny Dancer." I was on my way, going quickly—maybe 90 down those country lanes—the same ones I'd known since I was a child. The closer I got, the more I felt that familiar, strong emotion. I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real.

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I looked out the window. It has been so long since I've seen those roaring fields. I know I've grown up—we all have. My friends’ lives are so different now. They are the people who raised me, but we are not all together anymore. We've changed, but thinking of them makes me realize how important that time was.

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My mind went straight back to my childhood. The first big memory is from when I was six years old. I was running from my older brother and I fell, breaking my leg. I can still remember the sweet, fresh perfume of the mountain grass as I lay there. I was much younger then, and everything felt simple. Later, as a teenager, those fields became everything. It was there that I found my heart and broke it for the first time. I made friends and lost them through the years, the way life changes.

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The car slowed as I took the final turn. I smiled, feeling that old, powerful emotion again. We didn’t know all the answers back then, but we had everything we needed. And now, seeing the familiar shape of the castle on the hill against the evening sky, I felt that feeling again—it's real. I'm finally home.

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I remember being 15 years old. We spent every evening watching the beautiful sunset over the castle on the hill. We would do silly, exciting things, like running from the law when we were causing trouble in the backfields. That time felt so free. I even remember my first kiss on a Friday night. I’m sure I didn't do it right, but it was a happy memory. We all worked weekend jobs and used the money to hang out, always wanting that feeling of freedom.

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The car slowed as I took the final turn. I smiled, feeling that old, powerful emotion again. We didn’t know all the answers back then, but we had everything we needed. And now, seeing the familiar shape of the castle on the hill against the evening sky, I felt that feeling again—it's real. I'm finally home.

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The car moved fast down the roads, the engine singing a loud song that blended with my own voice as I sang "Tiny Dancer." I was on my way, going quickly—maybe 90 down those country lanes—the same ones I'd known since I was a child. The closer I got, the more I felt that familiar, strong emotion. I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real.

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The car moved fast down the roads, the engine singing a loud song that blended with my own voice as I sang "Tiny Dancer." I was on my way, going quickly—maybe 90 down those country lanes—the same ones I'd known since I was a child. The closer I got, the more I felt that familiar, strong emotion. I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real.

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The car slowed as I took the final turn. I smiled, feeling that old, powerful emotion again. We didn’t know all the answers back then, but we had everything we needed. And now, seeing the familiar shape of the castle on the hill against the evening sky, I felt that feeling again—it's real. I'm finally home.

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Ed Sheeran - Castle On The Hill [Official Music Video]

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My mind went straight back to my childhood. The first big memory is from when I was six years old. I was running from my older brother and I fell, breaking my leg. I can still remember the sweet, fresh perfume of the mountain grass as I lay there. I was much younger then, and everything felt simple. Later, as a teenager, those fields became everything. It was there that I found my heart and broke it for the first time. I made friends and lost them through the years, the way life changes.

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The car slowed as I took the final turn. I smiled, feeling that old, powerful emotion again. We didn’t know all the answers back then, but we had everything we needed. And now, seeing the familiar shape of the castle on the hill against the evening sky, I felt that feeling again—it's real. I'm finally home.

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I remember being 15 years old. We spent every evening watching the beautiful sunset over the castle on the hill. We would do silly, exciting things, like running from the law when we were causing trouble in the backfields. That time felt so free. I even remember my first kiss on a Friday night. I’m sure I didn't do it right, but it was a happy memory. We all worked weekend jobs and used the money to hang out, always wanting that feeling of freedom.

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I looked out the window. It has been so long since I've seen those roaring fields. I know I've grown up—we all have. My friends’ lives are so different now. They are the people who raised me, but we are not all together anymore. We've changed, but thinking of them makes me realize how important that time was.

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I looked out the window. It has been so long since I've seen those roaring fields. I know I've grown up—we all have. My friends’ lives are so different now. They are the people who raised me, but we are not all together anymore. We've changed, but thinking of them makes me realize how important that time was.

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I remember being 15 years old. We spent every evening watching the beautiful sunset over the castle on the hill. We would do silly, exciting things, like running from the law when we were causing trouble in the backfields. That time felt so free. I even remember my first kiss on a Friday night. I’m sure I didn't do it right, but it was a happy memory. We all worked weekend jobs and used the money to hang out, always wanting that feeling of freedom.

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The car slowed as I took the final turn. I smiled, feeling that old, powerful emotion again. We didn’t know all the answers back then, but we had everything we needed. And now, seeing the familiar shape of the castle on the hill against the evening sky, I felt that feeling again—it's real. I'm finally home.

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I looked out the window. It has been so long since I've seen those roaring fields. I know I've grown up—we all have. My friends’ lives are so different now. They are the people who raised me, but we are not all together anymore. We've changed, but thinking of them makes me realize how important that time was.

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The car moved fast down the roads, the engine singing a loud song that blended with my own voice as I sang "Tiny Dancer." I was on my way, going quickly—maybe 90 down those country lanes—the same ones I'd known since I was a child. The closer I got, the more I felt that familiar, strong emotion. I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real.

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I looked out the window. It has been so long since I've seen those roaring fields. I know I've grown up—we all have. My friends’ lives are so different now. They are the people who raised me, but we are not all together anymore. We've changed, but thinking of them makes me realize how important that time was.

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The car slowed as I took the final turn. I smiled, feeling that old, powerful emotion again. We didn’t know all the answers back then, but we had everything we needed. And now, seeing the familiar shape of the castle on the hill against the evening sky, I felt that feeling again—it's real. I'm finally home.

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The car slowed as I took the final turn. I smiled, feeling that old, powerful emotion again. We didn’t know all the answers back then, but we had everything we needed. And now, seeing the familiar shape of the castle on the hill against the evening sky, I felt that feeling again—it's real. I'm finally home.