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

The shattered soul
Following close but nearly twice as slow
In 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 I will love to see that day
That day is mine
When she will marry me outside with the willow trees
And play the songs we made
They made me so
And I would love to see that day
Her day was mine


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Postcards From Italy Lyrics as written by Zach Condon

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    General Commentah, but exactly! you can feel what he feels, exactly. it's as if you could actually touch his feelings. they have shape, they have colour, they have weight. like a dream that's a bit too real.

    soft and sweet :)
    murielon September 12, 2006   Link

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