The times we had
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Oh when the wind would blow with rain and snow
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Were not all bad
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We put our feet just where they had, had to go
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Never to go
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The shattered soul
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Following close but nearly twice as slow
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In my good times
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There were always golden rocks to throw
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At those who admit defeat too late
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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 was mine
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When she will marry me outside by the willow trees
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And play the songs we made
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They made me so
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And I would love to see that day
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Her day was mine
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Postcards From Italy
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| Florence + The Machine |
