Аккорды к песне ​Beirut — Postcards From Italy

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The times we had  
         A 
Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow   
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Were not all bad   
        A 
We put our feet just where they had   
    F 
Had to  Go 
     A 
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  
    C 
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