Postcards From Italy taby ukulele według Beirut

Postcards From Italy - Beirut


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The times we had
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Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow 
     F
Were not all bad 
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We put our feet just where they had 
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Had to go
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Never to 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 

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And I will love to see that day
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That day is mine
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When she will marry me
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Outside with the willow trees

And playing songs in May
What made me so
And I would love to see that day
The day was mine