Postcards From Italy Beirut
Beirut â?? Postcards From Italy
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The t[F]imes we had
Oh, when the w[A]ind would blow with rain and snow
Were [F]not all bad
We put our f[A]eet just where they had
Had to [F]go
Never to [A]go
The shattered soul
Following close but nearly twice as slow
Were 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
And [Bb]I will[F] love to see that day[Dm]
That d[C]ay is mine
When [Bb]she will ma[F]rry me
Out[Dm]side with the w[C]illow trees
And playing songs in May
What made me so
And I would love to see that day
The day was mine
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