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In the halls the bell gives way to a larger swell. Without my heart, what can I do, oh? Mount Wroclai. And we grow fat on the charms of our idle dreary days. See the shadows grow, see an ominous display. With no alarm could we say we'd have expected this away. Our desires have died, give incent to play.
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Mount Wroclai (Idle Days) Lyrics "Mount Wroclai (Idle Days)" is a song by Beirut. It is track #4 from the album Gulag Orkestar (demo) that was released in 2005. The duration of this song is 03:15.
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"Mount Wroclai (Idle Days)" And I know when time Will pass by slow Without my heart What can I do You're in the halls The bell gives way to a larger swell Without my heart What can I do, oh Wroclai And we grow fat On the charms of our idle dreary days Seen the shadows grow See an ominous display
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Lyrics to Beirut Mount Wroclai (Idle Days): And I know when time Will pass by slow Without my heart What can I do You're in the halls The bell gives way to a larger swell Without my heart What can I do, oh Wroclai And we grow fat On the charms of our idle