Beirut - Postcards From Italy

      [Intro]
F A


[Verse 1]
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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
       F            A
Had to go, never to go


[Verse 2]
    F                        A
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
               F                     A
Those were our times, those were our times


[Instrumental]
F  A       (x5)
F  F
Bb F Dm C  (x2)


[Chorus]
    Bb     F                Dm        C
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


[Outro]
Bb F Dm C   (x9)