Beirut – Postcards From Italy (Guitar)

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The times we had, oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow

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Were not all bad, we put our feet just where they had

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Had to go, never to go

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The shattered soul following close, but nearly twice as slow

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In my good times there were always golden rocks to throw

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At those who, those who admit defeat too late

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Those were our times, those were our times

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And I will love to see that day, that day is mine

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When she will marry me outside with the willow trees

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And play the songs in May, they made me so

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And I would love to see that day, the day was mine