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Listening to the wind of change |
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Listening to the wind of change |
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That we could be so close, like brothers |
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Blowing with the wind of change |
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Take me to the magic of the moment |
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Where the children of tomorrow dream away |
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Are buried in the past forever |
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Listening to the wind of change |
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Take me to the magic of the moment |
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Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams |
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Take me to the magic of the moment |
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Where the children of tomorrow dream away |
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The wind of change blows straight |
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Like a stormwind that will ring |
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The freedom bell for peace of mind |
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What my guitar wants to say |
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Take me to the magic of the moment |
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Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams |
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Take me to the magic of the moment |
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Where the children of tomorrow dream away |
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