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Beirut – Postcards From Italy A-0----0-0--------0----0-0-----------0------------------------------------I E-1----1-1--------1----1-1-----------1------------------------------------I C-0----0-0--------0----0-0-----------0------------------------------------I G-0h2--2-2--------0h2--2-2-----------0h2-3-2-0-2--------------------------I A-0----0-0--------0----0-0-----------0------------------------------------I E-0----0-0--------0----0-0-----------0------------------------------------I C-1----1-1--------1----1-1-----------1------------------------------------I G-0h2--2-2--------0h2--2-2-----------0h2-3-2-0-2--------------------------I Intro: F |F | A |A
The tFimes we had Oh, when the wAind would blow with rain and snow Were Fnot all bad We put our fAeet just where they had Had to Fgo Never to Ago
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 BbI willF love to see that day Dm That dCay is mine When Bbshe will maFrry me OutDmside with the wCillow trees
And playing songs in May What made me so And I would love to see that day The day was mine