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When I was six years 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 rolled down
I was younger then
Take me back to when
I..
found my heart
and broke it here Made friends and
lost them through the years.
And I've not seen
the roaring fields in so long
I know I've grown
I can't wait to go home
I'm on my way
Driving at 90 down those
country lanes
Singing 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 and
smoking handrolled cigarettes
Running from the law through the backfields and
getting drunk with my friends
Had my first kiss on a Friday night
I don't reckon I did it right
I was younger then,
Take me back to when
We found
weekend jobs, when we got paid
We'd buy cheap spirits and drink them straight
Me and my friends have not thrown up in so long
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