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| Bm | F#m7 | E | Listening to the | wind of | chan | ge |
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| A | Bm | | An August summer | night |
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| Bm | F#m7 | E | Listening to the | wind of | chan | ge |
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| A | Bm | | The world is closing | in |
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| Bm | F#m7 | E | That we could | be so close, like | broth | ers |
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| A | Bm | | The future’s in the | air |
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| A | I can feel it every | where |
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| Bm | F#m7 | E | Blowing with the | wind of | chan | ge |
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| A | E | Bm | E | | Take | me to the | magic of the | moment |
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| Bm | E | F#m | Where the | children of to | morrow dream a | way |
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| F#m/D | E | | In the wind of | change |
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| A | Bm | | Walking down the | street |
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| Bm | F#m7 | E | Are buried in the | past | fore | ver |
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| Bm | F#m7 | E | Listening to the | wind of | chan | ge |
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| A | E | Bm | E | | Take | me to the | magic of the | moment |
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| Bm | E | F#m | Where the | children of to | morrow share their | dreams |
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| A | E | Bm | E | | Take | me to the | magic of the | moment |
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| Bm | E | F#m | Where the | children of to | morrow dream a | way |
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| F#m/D | E | | In the wind of | change |
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| F#m | E | | The wind of change blows | straight |
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| F#m | Into the face of | time |
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| E | Like a stormwind that will | ring |
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| A | The freedom bell for peace of | mind |
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| Bm | Let your balalaika | sing |
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| C# | What my guitar wants to | say |
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| A | E | Bm | E | | Take | me to the | magic of the | moment |
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| Bm | E | F#m | Where the | children of to | morrow share their | dreams |
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| A | E | Bm | E | | Take | me to the | magic of the | moment |
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| Bm | E | F#m | Where the | children of to | morrow dream a | way |
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| F#m/D | E | | In the wind of | change |
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