Postcards From Italy - Beirut

Intr.
1.
The times we had, oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow
Were not all bad, we put our feet just where they had
Had to go, never to go
2.
The shattered soul following close, but nearly twice as slow
In my good times there were always golden rocks to throw
At those who, those who admit defeat too late
Those were our times, those were our times
Instr.
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Chor.
And I will love to see that day, that day is mine
When she will marry me outside with the willow trees
And play the songs in May, they made me so
And I would love to see that day, the day was mine
Out.
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