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BEIRUT lyrics : "Postcards From Italy"

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


The shattered soul
Following close but nearly twice as slow
In my good times

There were always golden rocks to throw
at those who admit defeat too late
Those were our times, those were our times


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 we made
They made me so

And I would love to see that day
Her day was mine

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