Песня «Beirut»
исполнителя Arborea.
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Текст песни:

Won't you take me down to New York Town
Won't you take me down to Baghdad Town
The Walls are falling down
I hear the Sound

Won't you take me down to Gaza Town
Won't you take me down to Beirut Town
The Walls are falling down
I Feel the Sound

People come and go and don't they know
Paradise is Now it's all around
It's all around
I hear the Sound, I Feel the Sound
I Feel it Now

Won't you take me down to New York Town
Won't you take me down to Beirut Town

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